The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain had been falling for three days, a grey, persistent sheet that turned the gravel of the state trooper station into a slurry of mud and oil. I sat at my desk, the clock on the wall ticking with a mechanical indifference that felt personally offensive, staring at the file for Elias Thorne. He was twenty-two, my only brother, and he had not come home from a night out with Julian Vane, the...

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