The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain has been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurs the edges of the world and turns the cobblestones of the town square into a slick, reflective mirror. You stand at the corner of Miller Street, your hand resting heavily on the brass knuckle that has become a permanent fixture of your flesh, a thing you no longer wear but simply are. It is not a weapon in the way...

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