The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain had stopped only when the bells began to toll, a low, bruised sound that seemed to rise from the earth itself rather than the tower above. I stood in the mud of the courtyard, my boots caked in the grey sludge of the castle grounds, and watched the steam rise from my collar. The air was thick with the smell of wet stone and impending winter, a scent that had clung to my skin since I...

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