The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The iron bit of the sword pressed against my throat, cold as a winter river, and the world narrowed to a single, vibrating point of pain. I stood in the center of the great hall, a space so vast and high-ceilinged that the sound of my own breathing seemed to vanish into the stone dust falling from the rafters. Before me stood Lord Valerius, his armor polished to a mirror sheen that reflected my...

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