The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The letter lay on the desk, the ink still wet and black as a bruise. It was from the High Council, and it smelled of damp wool and bureaucratic finality. Elara read it twice, her fingers tracing the raised edges of the paper, feeling the weight of the words before she lifted the pen to sign the receipt. She was thirty-two, a junior archivist in Aethelgard, a city built into the side of a cliff...

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