The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The morning light in the Hall of Antiquities did not shine so much as it hung, a heavy, golden syrup that coated the dust motes dancing in the stagnant air, and you, Wren, stood at the center of it, your feet bare against the cold stone floor, feeling the vibration of the building’s ancient bones humming up through your soles, a low, thrumming note that had been there since before you were...

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