The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The letter lay on the obsidian table, its wax seal broken by the cold, damp fingers of the clerk who had delivered it that morning, the paper itself a pale, fibrous thing that smelled of mildew and old iron. I, Elias Thorne, forty-two years old and a veteran of the border wars, stood in the center of the High Court’s gilded hall, holding the Pale Path, a shard of bone no larger than my thumb,...

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