The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, industrial drizzle that turned the cobblestones of the city into slick, black mirrors reflecting the gas lamps and the gray, suffocating sky. I stood at the edge of the pier, my uniform heavy with dampness, the brass buttons cold against my chest, watching the water churn in the dark inlet where the river met the sea. It was a place of...

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