The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The ice broke at dawn. Not with a sound, but with a silence that swallowed the valley whole. Elias stood on the ridge. His boots crunched. The snow was white. Too white. It blinding. He wore his coat. It was old. Wool. It smelled of damp and iron. He looked down. The path was gone. The path had been there for years. A thin line of grey stone. It cut through the meadow. It led to the mill. It...

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