The Pale Path
The train hisses to a halt, exhaling a cloud of white vapor that dissolves into the grey air. You step onto the platform. The cold bites at your exposed skin. It is a sharp, clean pain. You pull your coat tighter. You are leaving. Or perhaps you are arriving. The distinction feels academic now. The town of Oakhaven sits below, nestled in the valley like a stone in a riverbed. It is a place of...
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