The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The porcelain teacup in my hand was cracked, a jagged fissure running from the rim to the base, yet I polished it with a soft cloth until the glaze gleamed like wet stone. It was the only thing in my office at the Port of Bristol that did not feel like it was judging me. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and I have served the Crown for ten years, a period during which I have learned that...

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