The Pale Path
The file on my desk was thin, almost insulting in its brevity, but the weight of it pressed against my chest like a physical blow. Elias Thorne, Border Patrol Agent, twenty years of service, and now I was being asked to investigate a "high-priority anomaly" at the Miller estate, a decaying Victorian structure on the edge of the reserve that had been flagged for trespassing and unexplained...
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