The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The fox sat in the center of the village square, its fur a luminous white that seemed to drink the grey morning light. It had been there for three days, unbothered by the jeers of the children or the scowls of the farmers, its eyes fixed on the crowd with a stillness that felt older than the stone beneath its paws. Elias Thorne, the village constable, stood at the edge of the square, his hand...

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