The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The door to the war room was oak, thick as a thigh, and it did not yield to my shoulder. I slammed my weight against it again, the wood groaning in protest, but the lock held. Inside, Captain Vane’s voice was muffled, cold, and final. He was denying my petition. He was citing the Council’s decree against the blood of my father. I pulled back, my breath ragged in the narrow corridor, the air...

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