The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The mist does not rise here; it descends, a heavy, wet wool pulled down from the sky to smother the cobblestones of the old mill district. You are walking. Your boots, once polished oxfords, are now caked in a gray sludge that smells of iron and stagnant rain. You do not look at your feet. You look forward, at the path that seems to weave itself out of the fog, a pale ribbon of stone that...

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