The Pale Path
The rain has not stopped for three days, and the mud on the road outside the manor is thick enough to swallow a boot whole. You are walking toward the house, your uniform heavy with water, your rifle slung across your back, the weight of it a familiar ache in your shoulder. The house is old, a sprawling structure of dark stone and leaded glass that seems to grow out of the hillside like a...
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