The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The brass badge in Elias Thorne’s pocket was cold. It was a cold that did not come from the November air, which was merely damp and carrying the scent of wet wool and coal smoke, but a deep, metallic chill that seeped into the bone of his hip every time he drew a breath. Elias stood on the cobbled street outside the Harrowgate Mill, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his heavy wool coat,...

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