The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The banquet hall was a tomb of gold and rot. Candles guttered in brass sconces. Their light was thick. It pooled on the floor like spilled blood. The air smelled of stale wine and old wool. Men in uniform stood in rigid lines. They did not breathe. They watched. They waited. Elias Thorne stood at the center. He was not a guest. He was a pin. He was the object of their gaze. His hand rested on...

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