The Pale Path
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the world outside the window of the subterranean bunker into a blurred smear of mud and shadow, and Elias Thorne stood with his back against the cold, damp concrete wall, his hands trembling not from the chill but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had settled over the small, windowless room where...
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