The Pale Path
The rain had not ceased in three days, a persistent, grey weeping that turned the gravel driveway into a slurry of mud and silt, and it was into this grey, weeping world that I walked, my boots heavy with the damp earth of a place I had sworn to protect but could no longer recognize. I am Elias Thorne, a man who has spent forty years in the service of the law, a man whose body is a map of...
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