The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The frost was biting my knuckles, white and sharp as bone, as I hauled the body up the cellar stairs. The weight of Mara was a physical thing, a dense, cold mass that pulled at my shoulders and ground my spine into the rough-hewn wood. I did not look down. I could not. I knew the shape of the ruin by the way her legs dragged, by the wet, heavy thud of the head against the second step. We lived...

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