The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a heavy, grey curtain that turned the alley behind the municipal incinerator into a slick, black mirror of the city’s refuse. Elias Thorne, fifty-two and bent by twenty years of hauling heavy things, knelt on the wet concrete, his hands plunged into the sludge where the chute spat out the day’s rejected goods. He was not looking for treasure,...

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