The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The mountain air bit at Elias Thorne’s face, a sharp, physical cold that mirrored the chill settling in his stomach. He stood in the narrow hallway of the patrol station, checking the seal on his service revolver before sliding it into the holster. Beside the gun, in his breast pocket, sat a small, glass tin. The label was faded, the edges worn smooth by years of handling, but the scent of...

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