The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The fog did not roll in; it arrived with the precision of a military order, swallowing the iron railings of the Oakhaven mill and the soot-blackened brickwork of the industrial valley. Sergeant Elias Thorne stepped into the grey murk, his boots crunching on the slate path, the weight of his service revolver heavy against his hip. He was thirty-four years old, a man carved from discipline and...

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