The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The shrapnel took Elias Vane’s left hand at the wrist. It happened in the dark. The tunnel shook. Dust fell like snow. He felt the pop. Not a sound. A sensation. Like a bone snapping in his mouth. He looked down. The arm was gone. The blood was black. It pulsed in time with his heart. He was a soldier. He knew how to bleed. He did not know how to lose a limb. He crawled. The floor was slick...

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