The Pale Path

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2026-08-18 17:37:34 -

The Pale Path

The soup was thick. It smelled of thyme and old iron. We sat in the long hall, the stone floor cold through the soles of my boots, and the firelight danced in the dark corners like a trapped bird. There were twenty of us. Officers. Men who had seen the breaking of things. We ate with heavy spoons, the sound of ceramic against bone china sharp in the silence. I watched the ladle move. It was a...

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