The Pale Path
The fog in the High Court did not merely obscure the world; it swallowed it, a dense, gray wool that muffled the sound of footsteps on the marble floors and turned the grand arches of the archive into the ribs of some buried leviathan. Elara Vane sat at her desk, the leather chair creaking under the weight of her ambition, her eyes fixed on the parchment spread before her, a document that...
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