The Pale Path
Act I Could a man truly die from walking a road that refused to exist? Hiroshi Shimizu woke with the taste of iron in his mouth, the fever in his lungs burning like a coal he had swallowed whole, and he knew with a cold, physical certainty that the pale path ahead of him was already dissolving into the mist that choked the valley of Kurogane. He was thirty-two, a laundress’s son who had traded...
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