The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain hammered against the corrugated tin roof of the observation post with a rhythm that sounded less like weather and more like a verdict. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat at the edge of the cot, his boots still laced tight, his hands resting on his knees. They were shaking. Not from the cold, though the November wind whistled through the cracks in the window frame like a dying man’s breath, but...

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