The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The champagne flute slipped in Elias Thorne’s hand, the thin stem cracking against the marble edge of the buffet table, sending a spray of golden bubbles across the white tablecloth and onto his tailored charcoal suit. He did not wipe it off. He stood rigid in the center of the harbor-view ballroom in Port Clyde, watching the liquid seep into the fabric, while the string quartet played a waltz...

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