The Pale Path
"You're going to ruin it all, aren't you?" The voice came from the other side of the frosted glass, muffled but sharp, cutting through the sterile hum of the air conditioning in the small office. Elias Thorne did not turn around. He sat in the vinyl chair, the one that squeaked when he shifted his weight, and stared at the wall clock. The second hand ticked with a mechanical indifference that...
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