The Pale Path
The road was slick with rain. It had been raining for three days. The water ran in silver lines down the stone walls of the keep. We walked in single file. I was last. My boots squelched in the mud. The mud was black and thick. It sucked at my heels. It wanted to hold me. I did not let it. The air smelled of wet wool and old stone. It smelled of fear. We were going to the Hall of Judgment. The...
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