The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain fell in sheets. Grey. Cold. Unending. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the window. He watched the city bleed. The cobblestones slick with mud. The gas lamps flickering. Weak. Dying. He held the object in his hand. A key. Iron. Cold. Heavy. It was small. Yet it felt like a mountain. He had searched for it for years. Through the wars. Through the mud. Through the blood. Now he had it. The...

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