The Pale Path
The monitor hummed, a low, electric thrum that vibrated in Elias Thorne’s teeth. He stared at the screen, where the scanned documents of the 1998 urban renewal project lay flat and dead. A line, pale and spectral, ran through the center of the page, visible only to him. It pulsed like a vein, faint but persistent, a ghostly scar on the digital parchment. Elias adjusted his glasses, his fingers...
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