The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, turning the cobblestones of the old quarter into a mirror of grey water. Elara stood on the bridge, her boots soaked through, holding a basket of rotting apples that she had not sold. She was shivering, not from the cold, though the air bit at her bones, but from a profound exhaustion that had settled into her marrow weeks ago. The city around her...

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