The Pale Path
The rain has been falling since dawn, a steady, grey curtain that blurs the distinction between the pavement and the sky, and you stand at the top of the long concrete staircase leading down to the basement of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, your uniform soaked through to the skin, the wool clinging to your ribs like a second, heavier body. You are not supposed to be here. You are a man of...
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