The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled from the bruised, leaden sky, a constant, cold mist that seeped into the very marrow of the bones and turned the cobblestones of the industrial quarter into slick, treacherous mirrors reflecting the jagged, unblinking eyes of the factory windows. Thomas Bradshaw stood before the heavy oak door of the Magistrate’s office, his hands trembling not...

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