The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The wind did not blow through the arches of the Pale Path watchtower so much as it leaked, a low, resonant hum that vibrated in the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones and distorted the very fabric of the air around him. He stood alone on the crumbling flagstones, his hands gripping the rusted railing of the observation deck, his knuckles white not from the cold but from the desperate need to anchor...

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