The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The border guard’s voice cut through the fog, sharp and indifferent. “Elias Thorne. You are here to see the Magistrate.” Elias adjusted the leather satchel against his hip. The strap bit into his shoulder, a familiar, grounding pain. Beside him, Mara walked with her head low, her breath pluming in the cold air. They had been walking for three days. The landscape was a gray smear of birch and...

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