The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain fell not as water but as a thin, cold iron mist that slicked the cobblestones of the Lower Ward, turning the city into a slick of grey and black where the shadows of the spires stretched out like grasping fingers across the wet ground. Thomas Vane walked with the heavy, rhythmic step of a man who had long since stopped feeling the weight of his own body, carrying the silence of the...

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