The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The morning fog clings to the stone walls of the fort, a thick, grey wool that swallows the world beyond the ramparts. You stand at the gate, your breath pluming in the freezing air, watching the last of the supply convoy rumble away into the mist. The mud on your boots is caked and heavy, a testament to the long, silent shifts that have defined your life here. You are Elias, thirty-four years...

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