The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended veil of gray mist that clung to the stones of the courtyard and seeped into the marrow of my bones. I stood alone in the center of the square, the flagstones slick and black beneath my boots, while the great clock tower above ticked with a slow, rhythmic indifference to the human suffering unfolding below. I was the Warden of the...

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