The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The winter solstice approaches with the silence of a held breath, and in the high, drafty chambers of the royal infirmary, I am left alone with the sound of my own failing heart. I am Elias, fifty-two years old, the King’s physician, a title that once carried the weight of absolute authority but now feels like a heavy, ill-fitting coat I cannot remove. My hands, which have stitched the wounds...

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