The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The dream had the consistency of wet ash, a grey sludge that settled in the lungs of Elias Thorne, who woke in the narrow cot of his guardroom to find the rain still hammering against the high, iron-framed windows of the Blackwood Armory, a sound that was less like water and more like the relentless, mechanical tapping of a thousand tiny hammers striking a single, unyielding anvil, a rhythm...

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