The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey curtain that erased the horizon and reduced the world to a damp, breathing circle around the car. Elias Thorne gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white not from cold, but from the sheer, vibrating tension of a man who had been told he was free, yet felt the chains tightening around his throat with every mile marker he passed....

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