The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The hall was suffocating with the scent of roasting boar and stale ale, a thick, cloying perfume that seemed to hang in the air like a shroud over the heads of the assembled men. I sat at the lower end of the long oak table, my hands trembling slightly as I watched the firelight dance across the scarred faces of my superiors. Lord Ashworth sat at the head, his silhouette a dark anchor against...

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