The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The dream began with the weight of the iron. You feel it first in the shoulders, a cold, heavy mantle that presses you into the damp earth of the courtyard. It is not rain, though the air is thick with the smell of wet stone and old blood. You are standing before the great oak door of the Keep, your hands bound not by rope but by the rigid, unyielding nature of your own duty. You are the...

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