The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The feast in the Hall of Whispers was not a celebration of life, but a ritual of preservation. It sat in the center of the long oak table, a mound of pale, steamed root vegetables and salted fish, untouched by the silver forks that lay idle like discarded bones. The air was thick with the scent of damp wool and old stone, a smell that seeped into the lungs and settled in the chest like...

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