The Pale Path

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2026-08-19 00:29:09 -

The Pale Path

The rain fell in thin, silver needles. Miles stood at the edge of the cliff. The wind tore at his tunic. He was a warrior, though he wore no armor now. Only the old, faded blue of the guard. His hands were still. They had been still for a long time. Below, the town of Oakhaven slept. The lights were low. The streets were wet. He looked at his hands. They were large. They were scarred. They...

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