The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The mist clung to the valley floor. It was thick. Cold. It smelled of wet iron and rot. Elias stood still. He held the rifle tight. The wood was slick. His hands were raw. He did not breathe. The silence was heavy. It pressed against his ears. He was alone. He had been alone for three days. The war was over. Or so they said. The guns had stopped. But the fog remained. It swallowed the world. It...

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