The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The fever did not arrive like a storm, but like a tide, slow and inexorable, swallowing the village of Oakhaven whole in the thick, suffocating humidity of the autumn. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the treeline, his fingers white-knuckled around the hilt of a sword that felt less like a weapon and more like a dead limb, watching the mist curl around the ancient oaks that bordered his home....

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