The Pale Path
The air in the operating chamber tasted of iron and ozone, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat before the first incision was even made. I am Elias, thirty-two, a court surgeon in the ancient, mist-choked palace of King Aldric, and I am here to save his life. Or so I told myself. The truth is simpler, and far more terrifying. I am here to secure my own position, to prove that I am...
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