The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The mud sucked at his boots. Thomas pulled. He pulled until his shoulders screamed. The spear head was stuck. It was deep in the wet earth. He needed it. He needed it now. The rain fell. It was cold. It was thin. It stung his face. He was a captain. He wore the uniform. The fabric was old. It was torn at the elbow. It smelled of sweat and fear. He was not a man. He was a tool. The tool was...

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