The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain had turned the gravel of the courtyard into a slurry of mud and slate, a gray paste that sucked at the soles of my boots with a wet, visceral pull. I stood before the heavy oak doors of the Hall, the air thick with the scent of wet stone and old, decaying wood, and I felt the weight of the past pressing against my sternum, a physical burden as dense as the masonry around me. My hands...

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