The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The mist in the courtyard of Aethelgard did not smell of rain or earth, but of old paper and dried blood, a scent that Elias Thorne had come to associate with the specific, bureaucratic rot of the High Court. He stood before the heavy oak doors, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the garment draped over his shoulders, a cloak woven from a fabric so...

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