The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that smelled of wet iron and old dust. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the gravel road, his hand resting on the cold steel of his service pistol, the metal biting into his palm with a familiarity that felt less like a tool and more like a limb. He was waiting. The command had been clear, delivered through the...

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