The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The fog did not smell of damp stone or rotting leaf, but of old blood and wet iron, a scent that Julian Thorne knew as intimately as the leather of his own saddle. He stood at the iron-bound gate of the High Court, the white silk of the Pale Path wrapped tightly around his left wrist, the fabric damp against his skin despite the dry chill of the autumn morning. The gatekeeper, a man whose face...

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