The Pale Path
The crystal decanter caught the chandelier light, fracturing it into a thousand jagged shards that danced across the polished mahogany of the bar. Elias Thorne stood amidst the hum of the gala, a senior structural engineer whose career was built on the immutable strength of concrete, holding a glass of amber whiskey that trembled in his left hand. The vibration was high-frequency, a mechanical...
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