The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain had fallen for three days without ceasing, turning the cobblestones of the village square into a dark, glistening mirror that reflected the hollow, weeping faces of the men who stood guard, their breath misting in the cold air as they waited for a command that had long since evaporated into the gray sky. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the fountain, his hand resting on the hilt of...

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