The Pale Path
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into mirrors of broken sky, and it was into this deluge that Julian Vane stepped, his coat heavy with the water and his mind heavier with the specific, aching silence of a man who has just decided to stop fighting. He was a man of considerable stature in the administrative...
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