The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The iron key hung from the loop at Aelric’s belt, a cold weight against his hip that beat in time with his weary heart. He had carried it for thirty years, through the grey mists of the Borderlands and the silent, snow-choked passes of the North. It was not a key to a door, nor to a lock, but a key to a sentence. A token of office. A symbol of the Law. The Law that had taken his wife, Elara,...

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