The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The black sap seeped through the plaster of St. Jude’s precinct like a slow hemorrhage, a viscous, cold substance that wept from the cracks in the ceiling and pooled on the floorboards with a sound that was less liquid than the dragging of a wet cloth. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the interrogation room, his forty-two-year-old body aching with the specific, grinding fatigue of a man who...

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