The Pale Path

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2026-08-21 21:09:42 -

The Pale Path

The rain does not fall so much as it hangs, a grey curtain of needles that stings the eyes and slicks the mud into a treacherous paste. You are running, your lungs burning with a taste of copper and iron, the ancient forest closing in behind you like a slow, breathing beast. They call you the Witch of the Valley, though you hold no wand, speak no incantation, and have never once summoned a...

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