The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The mud was deep that morning, sucking at the boots of the men as they filed out of the camp. You watched them go from the ridge, your own boots heavy with the wet earth of the valley. The air smelled of pine resin and the metallic tang of blood that had soaked into the soil years ago. You were a sergeant now, though the rank felt like a coat that had grown too tight across the shoulders. You...

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