The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the windows of the glass tower, a relentless, gray hand trying to erase the city below. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the forty-second floor, his tie loosened, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts that fogged in the air conditioning’s chill. He was not afraid. He was not even angry. He was simply full, a vessel overflowing with a...

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