The Pale Path
The white line did not shiver, but it breathed, a slow exhalation of light that pulsed against the cobblestones of the King’s private garden. I stood at the edge of the breach, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword, feeling the vibration of the anomaly through the soles of my boots. My name is Elias Thorne, though the Path has already begun to strip that identity from me, and my sole purpose...
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