The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The feast was loud, a roar of clinking silver and raised voices that vibrated in the marrow of your bones, but you sat apart, the heavy oak table stretching before you like a frozen river. You were the Warden of the Threshold, the man who held the key to the Pale Path, and for three hundred years, you had held it with a grip so tight the iron had worn into the whorls of your palm. You did not...

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