The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain has not stopped for three days. It beats against the window of your office, a steady, rhythmic drumming that mirrors the pulse in your temple. You are sitting in a chair that costs more than your father’s car. The leather is cold. Outside, the city glows with a sickly, electric hum. Neon signs bleed red and blue onto the wet pavement. You watch the water streak down the glass. It...

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