The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a thick, grey fog that clung to the cobblestones of the city like a second skin, dampening the iron lanterns and turning the air into a heavy, breathing thing that pressed against the skin of the world. Thomas Bradshaw walked with the steady, deliberate gait of a man who had long since accepted that his body was no longer his own...

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