The Pale Path
The sky above the city did not so much darken as it ceased to be a sky, collapsing inward like a bruise that had finally decided to break the skin, and in that moment of total, suffocating twilight, Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the fractured promenade where the ocean had stopped being water and become a solid, black mirror reflecting nothing but the absolute absence of light. He was a man...
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