The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed down upon the square by a low, grey ceiling of cloud that had hung over the city for three days, turning the cobblestones into a slick, black mirror that reflected the trembling hands of Elias Thorne as he clutched the ledger to his chest. He counted the water droplets sliding down the spine of the book, one by one, until the cold seeped through...

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