The Pale Path
The road into the valley was not merely difficult; it was an act of geological violence against the human body, a jagged vein of shale and loam that tore at the tires of the truck and bit into the chassis with a rhythmic, grinding complaint. I sat behind the wheel, the steering column vibrating in a frequency that I felt not in my hands, but in the marrow of my teeth, the bone-deep resonance of...
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