The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The dream begins not with light, but with the weight of stone. You are standing in a hall that has no ceiling, only a vast, swirling darkness that presses against your skin like wet wool. The air is thick, tasting of iron and old dust, and your feet are bare against the cold flagstones. You are wearing the chain. It is heavy, a dull, leaden thing that drags at your wrists, binding you to the...

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