The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The air in the throne room tastes of iron. You stand before the empty seat, your hands steady, your heart a drum against your ribs. Captain Elias, thirty-two, you have served the Crown for twelve years. You know the weight of duty. You know the cost of silence. The King stands before you, not on the throne, but on the floor, his face pale, his eyes holding a strange, accepting calm. He does not...

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