The Pale Fracture
The train out of Oakhaven had long since stopped running, leaving Elias Thorne to walk the last three miles of gravel road in the damp chill of a November morning. He was thirty-two years old, a senior investigator for the Bureau of Asset Reclamation, and he carried the weight of a pension that was three months away from being denied if he could not prove the Vane estate insolvent. His father’s...
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