The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The stone did not merely stand; it breathed, a slow and tidal expansion of granite and moss that filled the air with the scent of wet earth and old iron, and I stood before it in the grey, timeless morning, my uniform pressed tight against my chest like a second skin that I had forgotten how to wear, waiting for the door that was not a door but a mouth to open. My father, Captain Elias Thorne,...

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