The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The fog did not lift. It settled into the marrow of the valley, a thick, gray wool that smothered the iron tracks and the skeletal remains of the old pine forest. Elias Thorne walked. His boots were worn through at the heel, the leather soft and surrendering against the cold, wet stone. He carried a satchel of oilcloth, heavy with the day’s labor, and his spine was bent not by age, but by the...

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