The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The King’s voice cracked like dry wood in the silence of the vaulted hall. "Show me," he said. I did not look up. My hands were busy with the silver wire, bending it into a spiral. The metal was cold. It bit into my skin. "Show me the path," the King repeated. His eyes were wet. He smelled of lavender and decay. I finished the loop. I tied the end. It was a small thing. A circle. "It is here,"...

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