The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The frost began in the marrow before it touched the skin. Sir Aldous felt it first as a hollowing, a cold so profound it seemed to pull the heat from his blood and deposit it in the stone walls of the Keep. He stood in the throne room, the air thick with the scent of ozone and decay, watching the King’s crown slip from a head that had turned to gray marble. The court did not scream. They did...

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