The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The mist in the marshlands did not rise; it lay, thick and cold, pressing against the skin like a damp wool blanket. Elias Thorne stood alone in the center of the peat bog, the water black and still around his boots. In his hand, he held a vial of pale, viscous sap. It was the only thing that felt solid in the world, a small glass cylinder containing a liquid that moved with a slow, deliberate...

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