The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The wool of the cloak had once been white, a blinding, absolute white that spoke of purity and high standing. Now, after three years on the road, it was the color of old ash, matted with the dust of the high passes and the sweat of a man who could not sleep. Elias sat on a stone that was too cold to be comfortable, watching the fire he had built with trembling hands. The flames licked at the...

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