The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain did not fall; it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the skin of the city like a second, unwelcome coat. Inside the sterile, humming belly of the St. Jude’s Rehabilitation Center, the air was dry and smelled of antiseptic and old floor wax. Elias Thorne sat on the edge of his cot, his legs dangling, refusing to touch the linoleum. He was a large man, though the years had...

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