The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The snow did not fall; it hung, a grey, suffocating veil over the frozen valley where the air tasted of iron and old blood. Sergeant Elias Thorne, thirty years old and hardened by a decade of service, pressed his back against the slick stone of a fallen wall, his rifle gripped so tightly his knuckles had turned the color of bone. He wanted to survive the night, to pull his men through the dark...

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