The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The needle spun. Elias Thorne watched the rusted brass dial of the compass in his palm, the metal cold and slick with the condensation of the watchtower’s freezing air, while the needle whipped in a frantic, circular blur that defied any magnetic logic he had learned in twelve years of border service. He was thirty-four years old, and his knees ached with the damp chill that seeped through the...

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