The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain fell like a curse on the cobblestones. It was a cold, grey drizzle that soaked into the bone. It did not stop. It would not stop. The city of Oakhaven lay under a shroud of mist and old stone. The air smelled of wet wool and rotting wood. Thomas stood in the alley. He wore his armor. The steel was dented. The leather was cracked. He held his sword by his side. It was heavy. It was...

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