The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

I woke in the sweat of a recurring dream where the stones of my keep did not merely crumble but whispered, a low, grinding susurration that spoke of lies, of bloodlines severed by ink and seal, until the cold grey light of dawn in the year of our Lord 1342 broke the spell and I sat up in the straw, my heart hammering against my ribs like a prisoner against a cell door. I am Sir Eamon, forty...

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