The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The leather of the glove was already stiff, the knuckles cracked like dry riverbeds, as Elias Thorne held it up to the grey light of the station platform, watching the train pull away with the slow, grinding inevitability of a millstone turning in its bed. He did not wave; he stood still, his left knee aching with a deep, structural wrongness that had nothing to do with the damp cold seeping...

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