The Pale Path
The sky did not darken so much as it bled, a bruised purple spreading from the horizon to swallow the stars, until the air itself felt thick with the weight of an impending, terrible silence. Captain Elias Thorne stood on the balcony of the estate, his hand resting on the cold iron railing, feeling the vibration of the house beneath his boots. It was a vibration that had no source in the...
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