The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The banquet hall was a cavern of gold leaf and shadow, where the air hung thick with the scent of roasted pheasant, beeswax, and the sharp, metallic tang of old blood, a mixture that settled into the pores of the skin like a fine, irrevocable dust. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my hands resting on the polished surface, fingers trembling slightly as I watched the candlelight dance...

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