The Pale Tale
The Pale Path shimmered across the linoleum of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, a jagged vein of cold, white light that pulsed in time with Elias Thorne’s heartbeat. He was thirty-four, a clerk of modest ambition, and he wanted the promotion to Senior Auditor that would finally grant him a desk with a window and a salary that did not make him count coins at the grocer’s. The opposing force was...
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