The Pale Path
The rain in the valley of Ashwood had a way of settling into the bones before it ever touched the skin, a cold, persistent dampness that seeped through the wool of coats and the mortar of old stone, leaving a residue that no amount of fire could fully banish, and it was in this atmosphere, thick with the scent of wet earth and decaying leaves, that Elara stood in the center of the hallway of...
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