The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain in London did not fall so much as it accumulated, a thick, gray wool that suffocated the gas lamps until their glow was merely a suggestion of light rather than a fact, and Elias Thorne stood on the corner of Whitechapel Road, his coat threadbare and his hands raw, watching the world dissolve into a slurry of mud and shadow while the woman who had once been his mother walked away from...

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