The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The ash fell like snow. It did not stick. It drifted over the marble floors of the Great Hall, settling on the velvet seats, coating the gold leaf of the tapestries. Elias held the lantern. The flame was blue. It burned cold. He was twelve. His hands shook. Not from fear. From cold. The air in the throne room was thin. It tasted of iron and ozone. Above him sat the King. But it was not a man....

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