The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

You dream of ivy. It is not the green kind. It is a pale, ashen vine, creeping up the stone of a tower you cannot see. You are a soldier. You are a prisoner. The distinction has blurred in the dark. You wake with the taste of dust on your tongue. The air is cold and smells of damp wool and old blood. You are in the Hall of Mirrors. This is how they keep you. Not in a cell, but in the center of...

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