The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The banquet hall of the Hollow Lands did not smell of roasting meats or spiced wine, but of wet stone and ancient, suspended dust. It was a place where the walls breathed, expanding and contracting with a slow, geological rhythm that made the chandeliers sway in a wind that touched nothing else. We sat at long tables carved from a single, translucent block of obsidian, the surface so polished...

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