The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The mud is cold against your boots. It is a thick, black sludge that pulls at every step, a hungry mouth trying to swallow you whole. You are running. Your breath is a jagged thing, tearing at the back of your throat. The forest is dark. The trees are tall and silent, their branches like skeletal fingers reaching for a moon that is not there. You are the Captain. You are the law. You are the...

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