The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The furnace roars, a low, guttural sound that vibrates in the marrow of your bones. You stand in the boiler room of the Ashworth Textile Mill, the heat pressing against your skin like a wet wool blanket, while the air hangs thick with coal dust and the metallic tang of rust. Your hands shake, not from the cold that waits outside, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the command hanging in the...

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