The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The frost lay thick on the heath. It was a white silence. A hard, biting quiet. Elias walked. His boots crunched on the ice. The sound was sharp. It broke the air. He was a man of few words. A constable in the old days. Now he was just a walker. The badge was gone. The uniform was gone. Only the cold remained. He carried a satchel. It was heavy. Leather and brass. Inside was his life. Or what...

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