The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the gravel drive into a slurry that sucked at the boots of those who walked it. Elias Thorne stood at the threshold of the manor, the weight of his service rifle resting heavy against his hip, a familiar anchor in a world that felt increasingly unmoored. He was not here to protect the house, nor to guard the silver, but to guard the silence that...

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