The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of wet limestone and the hum of a distant, unseen engine. Julian woke not with a gasp, but with a profound, aching stillness in the chest, a hollow space where his heart had beaten too hard in the night. He lay in the narrow cot within the administrative wing of the Grand Hall, listening to the rain tap against the high, arched windows. The...

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