The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The dream had no beginning, only the sensation of falling through layers of water that tasted of iron and old stone. Thomas Bradshaw woke with a gasp, his lungs burning as if they had been filled with that same cold liquid. He was lying on the floor of the infirmary, the rough wool blanket tangled around his legs, his face pressed against the cold flagstones. Above him, the vaulted ceiling of...

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