The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain had been falling for three days, a grey, ceaseless curtain that turned the cobblestones of the village square into mirrors of the weeping sky. I stood at the threshold of our stone house, watching the mist curl around the hem of my cloak, my hand resting on the hilt of the longsword that had been my father’s, and my father’s father’s before him. The metal was cold, a weight that felt...

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