The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The brass compass lay in Elias Thorne’s palm, its lid scratched by decades of handling, the needle trembling with a faint, persistent agitation. He held it tight, the metal cold against his skin, as the heavy oak door of the Ministry of Internal Affairs swung open with a groan that echoed down the marble corridor. The air inside was thick with the scent of old paper and the sharp, metallic tang...

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