The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The mist in Oakhaven did not roll in so much as it seeped up from the damp earth, a cold, living breath that clung to the stone walls of the village houses and settled into the joints of those who worked the land. Elias Thorne woke with a scream that he could not hear, for the sound was trapped in his throat, strangled by the sudden, heavy silence of his own body. He sat up in the narrow bed,...

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