The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain does not fall so much as it intrudes, a cold, relentless finger pressing against the visor of your helmet. You are moving through the mud, the thick, sucking clay of the valley floor, and the world is reduced to the gray smear of the horizon and the heavy, wet weight of your rifle. You are a soldier, or perhaps a guard, the distinction has blurred in the weeks since the border was...

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