The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The air in the Imperial Foundry tasted of iron and ozone, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he raised his rifle, the barrel steady despite the trembling of his hands. He was thirty-two years old, a sergeant with fourteen years of service etched into the calluses of his palms, and in that moment, his entire existence distilled into the single, cold objective of...

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