The Pale Path
The fog did not roll into the court of the Ministry of Internal Affairs so much as it exhaled, a thick, sulfurous breath that swallowed the iron gates and the cobblestones of the yard, turning the solid world into a grey, suspended dream. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the center of this white nothing, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the parchment in his coat...
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