The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it was pressed down by a low, grey ceiling of cloud, slicking the cobblestones until they reflected the dim gaslight of the streetlamps. Elias Thorne, fifty-two years old and a senior cartographer for the district, stood at the edge of the northern ridge, his left hand gripping the brass eyepiece of his theodolite while his right hand fumbled with...

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