The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The frost came early that year. It settled on the windowpane of the small office at the end of the corridor, a fine white lace that obscured the view of the street below. I watched it form. It was a quiet death. A slow freezing of the world outside. My name is Elias Thorne. I am a clerk. I count numbers. I file papers. I am a man of small, precise movements. My hands are steady. My mind is...

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