The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The morning light did not break over the horizon so much as it seeped, a slow and deliberate hemorrhage of grey into white, washing the valley in a silence that felt less like peace and more like the held breath before a verdict. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the timber line, his boots sinking into the damp earth that had frozen only hours ago, and he watched the mist unravel itself from...

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