The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

Thorne. The name hung in the wet air, a sound that had no source, vibrating in the hollow of Elias’s chest like a struck bell. He did not turn. He stood at the edge of the pit, his boots sinking into the slurry of coal dust and mud, the fog so thick it seemed to have weight, pressing against his uniform until the wool felt wet with sweat. He was thirty-four, a sergeant in the Royal Engineers, a...

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