The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The soup was thick, a brown slurry that smelled of iron and old earth, and you held the wooden spoon with a grip that had long since lost its tension, your knuckles white against the dark grain. You did not eat. You did not move. You simply sat in the corner of the stone cellar, where the damp air clung to your skin like a second, colder layer of armor, and you watched your brother, Elias, stir...

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