The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The Duke’s seal was still warm on the parchment, the wax bleeding into the grain of the table like a fresh wound. Leila Rahal stood in the center of the gilded hall, her hands trembling not from fear but from the sudden, violent weight of the decree she held. The air tasted of iron and old dust, a metallic tang that coated the back of her throat. She knew the rule of this place, the uncanny law...

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