The Pale Path

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2026-08-24 06:16:27 -

The Pale Path

The rain had stopped, leaving the stone walls of the keep weeping with condensation, a cold that seeped into the marrow of Thomas Bradshaw’s shattered leg. He lay on the straw pallet, his breath ragged in the silence, clutching a single, dried sprig of rowan that he had plucked from the courtyard before the fever took him. The sprig was pale, brittle, and fragile, a small piece of the world...

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