The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain did not fall so much as it stood, a curtain of grey water that blurred the line between the mud of the King’s highway and the sky above. I stood at the edge of the bog, my left hand resting on the hilt of my sword, feeling the cold dampness seep through the leather of my gauntlet. It was a sensation I had known for twenty years, this chill that started in the marrow and worked its way...

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