The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The air in the Great Hall of Oakhaven was not merely cold; it was a living, biting entity that pressed against your lungs with the weight of centuries, carrying with it the metallic tang of old blood and the faint, sweet rot of lilies left too long in stagnant water. You stood at the foot of the dais, your scholar’s robes heavy and damp with the mist that seeped through the stone walls, feeling...

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