The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The house was quiet, but not silent. It held its breath in the thick, stagnant air of the midsummer afternoon. Captain Elias Thorne sat in the library, his hands resting on the armrests of a leather chair that had swallowed him into its frame. He was a large man, broad in the shoulders, with a face that had been worn smooth by decades of duty. But his hands were not still. They trembled, a...

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