The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the edges of the farmhouse into the wet earth, and I stood in the doorway with the mud caking my boots, watching the way the water trickled down the glass of the windowpane, a slow, deliberate crawl that mirrored the creeping weight of the duty I had sworn to uphold, a duty that felt less like a shield and more like...

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