The Pale Path
The light cuts through the chapel window, a pale, dusty blade that lands on the stone floor with the precision of a surgeon’s scalpel. You stand in the center of it, Elias, the King’s physician, your hands trembling not from cold but from the weight of the silence. The King lies in the adjacent chamber, his breath a rattle in the throat of a man who has consumed the best of the realm’s...
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