The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The air at the gate of Outpost Nine tasted of rot. It was a thick, cloying scent, the smell of apples left too long in the cold, a sweetness that had turned sour and black in the core. Elias Thorne stood with his back to the wind, the heavy wool of his uniform pressing against his shoulders. He was forty years old, and his knees ached with a dull, persistent throb that spoke of twenty years of...

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