The Pale Path
The basement of the municipal library smells of wet concrete and old dust, a scent that has settled into the fibers of your coat over the past three years. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four, and you are looking for a mistake. The 1998 fire is a scar on the department’s history, a black mark that your mentor, Silas, insists was an accident, a tragic failure of electrical wiring that claimed the...
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