The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The stone was cold. It bit into his cheek. Aldric lay still. The dark was thick. It tasted of iron. He did not move. He breathed shallow. The air was stale. It held the scent of damp rot. And old blood. He was alone. Or so he thought. The silence was heavy. It pressed against his eardrums. Like deep water. He opened his eyes. The light was gray. It came from a high slit. A single pane. The...

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