The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The fire in the great hall roared. Smoke stung the eyes. The meat smoked. The wine was red. Dark. Heavy. It coated the throat. It tasted of iron. Old iron. Corporal Elias Thorne sat at the edge of the table. He held his cup. He did not drink. He watched the flames. The fire danced. It ate the wood. It cracked. It popped. Major Sterling stood. He raised his glass. His face was ruddy. Full. He...

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