The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The ink was still wet on the final page of the manuscript, a dark, viscous stain that looked like a bruise forming on the paper. Elara held the quill, her hand trembling not from cold, but from the sudden, sharp weight of the silence in the archive. Outside, the city of Aethelgard hummed its low, industrial drone, a sound that usually soothed her, but today it felt like a threat pressing...

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