The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The dust in Elias Thorne’s workshop did not settle; it hung suspended in the amber light of the gas lamps, a fine, golden suspension that coated the brass gears and the leather straps with a uniform, silken film. Elias, a man of forty whose face had been carved by decades of leaning over loupes, held a tweezers in one hand and a tiny, jeweled bearing in the other, his breath held in his chest...

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