The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the cobblestones of the courtyard into a slick, treacherous mirror of the storm. Thomas Bradshaw stood beneath the overhang of the archway, his body a heavy thing of mud and exhaustion, the weight of his mail-coat pulling at his shoulders with a gravity that felt less like fabric...

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