The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain fell. It fell like a verdict. It fell without pause, without mercy, on the grey stone of the precinct. It washed the street clean. It made the world slick and cold. Elias stood in the corner. He stood alone. The office was empty. The lights hummed. A low, electric drone. It vibrated in his teeth. He wore his uniform. The fabric was stiff. It smelled of sweat and old coffee. He did not...

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