The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The door was locked. Elias knew it. He had locked it himself three days ago. The steel was cold against his palm. He pushed. It did not move. He pulled. It did not move. He looked down at his hands. They were trembling. Not from fear. From the cold. The air in the hallway was thick. It tasted of dust and old copper. He was a sergeant. He had worn the badge for twenty years. He knew how to open...

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