The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The snow had not stopped for three days, and it was not falling so much as it was being suspended in the air, a thick, white static that erased the horizon and the distinction between the forest floor and the sky. Thomas Halloway walked through it, his boots sinking into the drifts with a heavy, wet suction that seemed to pull at his very bones. He was a man of the Crown, a Ranger of the...

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