The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain had turned the village square into a slurry of brown mud and broken slate. Elias stood at the edge of the puddle, his fingers white-knuckled around the hilt of a rusted sword that had belonged to his father. He was thirty-two, lean and hollowed out by years of drifting, but his eyes were fixed on the balcony above. There, Lord Vane leaned over the stone railing, a pale shadow against...

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