The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

He woke in the mud. The cold bit his teeth. Rain hammered the stone walls. It was the Keep. It was always the Keep. "Up," a voice said. Low. Rough. "You sleep like the dead, Thomas." Thomas didn't open his eyes. He knew the voice. It was his own, from ten years ago. It was the voice of the Captain. "Move it," the Captain said. "The gate is open." Thomas sat. His joints cracked. They always...

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