The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain in the Appalachians did not fall so much as it hung, a gray, weeping curtain that erased the horizon and turned the world into a smear of wet slate and rusted iron. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat in the driver’s seat of a sputtering, mud-caked SUV, his hands resting loosely on the wheel, knuckles white not from cold, but from a tension that lived in the marrow. He was a man who had spent...

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