The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain is not falling so much as it is being pressed into the cobblestones of the village square by a wind that has forgotten its name, and you are standing there with your back against the cold, damp stone of the old market hall, your fingers locked around the hilt of a sword that feels less like a weapon and more like a severed limb, a piece of your own body that has been ripped away and is...

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