The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain in Seattle did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the boundary between the street and the sky, and Elias walked through it with the heavy, deliberate stride of a man who had forgotten how to run. He was a large man, built for the grappling arts, his shoulders broad enough to block out the neon signs of the Pike Place Market, yet he moved with a quiet,...

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