The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain hammered against the glass of the lobby, a rhythmic, relentless drumming that matched the pounding in Elias’s temples. He stood in the center of the marble floor, his boots still wet from the walk, while Mara’s hand clamped around his wrist with a grip that felt like iron. "Elias," she whispered, her voice thin, barely audible over the drip of water from the ceiling tiles. "Just the...

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