The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The iron key hangs from your neck by a cord of braided leather, worn thin as spider silk. It is cold against your collarbone, a constant, biting reminder of the door it is meant to open. You are not a man, not exactly. You are the shadow that clings to the stone walls of the old city, the whisper in the rafters of the Guild Hall. The townsfolk call you the Warden’s Echo, a ghost story told to...

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