The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The blade sang in the dark. It cut the air with a thin, high whine. I held it tight. My knuckles were white. The stone walls pressed close. They smelled of damp moss and old blood. We were in the pit. The air was thick. It tasted of iron. My name is Thomas. I was a guard. I wore the grey cloak. I carried the short sword. I stood for the Law. I stood for Order. Across the gap, a man faced me. He...

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