The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The fog was not merely weather; it was a substance, thick and cold, pressing against the iron windows of the observatory like a living thing seeking entry. Elias stood before the great brass telescope, his hand trembling on the adjustment wheel, the metal biting into his palm with a sharp, painful clarity. He was not alone in the silence. Across the room, standing in the shadows cast by the gas...

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