The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The brass paperweight sat on the desk, cold and heavy, reflecting the pale, distorted light of the city outside. Elias Thorne’s hand hovered over it, fingers twitching with the phantom weight of the badge he had been forced to surrender that morning. He was thirty-two years old, and his knees ached with a deep, grinding pain that had nothing to do with age and everything to do with the way the...

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