The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The fog did not roll in so much as it settled, a thick, gray wool pulled over the mouth of the valley, erasing the horizon and leaving only the immediate, damp present. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the cliff, his fingers digging into the cold, wet stone, feeling the grit of the earth beneath his nails. He had come here to die, or perhaps to be born again, though the distinction felt...

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