The Pale Path
The orchid in Elias Thorne’s pocket had turned to ash, a fine, grey powder that leaked through the seams of his trousers and stained his crotch with the color of old bone. He sat at his desk in the Meridian Insurance Bureau, the fluorescent lights humming a low, electric drone that seemed to vibrate in his teeth, and stared at the settlement form for his wife Clara. The ink on the page was dry,...
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