The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The porcelain cup in your hand is warm, but the heat does not reach you; it stays trapped behind the thin, translucent wall of the ceramic, a distant fire in a frozen house. You sit in the antechamber of the Duke’s palace, a room that smells of beeswax, damp stone, and the faint, metallic tang of old blood. The floor is tiled in black and white marble, a pattern that stretches out before you...

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