The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The clock on the wall ticked with a heavy, wet sound, counting out seconds that felt less like time and more like debt. Elias Thorne sat in the chair opposite the Director, his hands folded in his lap, the knuckles white against the dark wool of his trousers. He was counting the years. Twenty-two years of dust, of silence, of bending over ledgers until his spine curved like a question mark....

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