The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The damp of the keep did not merely settle; it breathed. Sir Kaelen felt the moisture seep into the joints of his armor, a cold, persistent pressure that mirrored the ache in his own chest. He stood before the central pillar, the heart of Aethelgard, where the stone pulsed with a faint, rhythmic luminescence. His brother, Julian, was not dead, but he was not alive in any way that mattered. For...

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