The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The brass badge sat in Elias Thorne’s palm, cold and heavy as a stone pulled from a riverbed. It was the only solid thing in the room, a weight that anchored his trembling fingers to the desk. Outside, the wind tore at the shutters of the border station, a relentless, howling labor that shook the dust from the rafters. Elias had been awake for three days, his spine a fractured column of pain,...

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