The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

Thorne. Move your feet, Sergeant, or I’ll have the guard drag you. The voice came from the front of the column, sharp and thin against the damp air. Elias Thorne did not stop. He adjusted the pack on his shoulders, the leather creaking, and kept marching. The fog in the Blackwood valley was not like the fog in London or Manchester. It was thick, grey, and it tasted of iron. It coated the tongue...

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