The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The iron lungs of the foundry breathed a slow, rhythmic exhalation that filled the subterranean vaults with a fog so thick it seemed to possess weight, pressing against the skin of Edmund Vane’s arms as he stood before the great anvil, the heat of the forge radiating off his back in waves that distorted the air into shimmering ribbons of amber and charcoal dust. He was a man who had spent forty...

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