The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

The mortar was ceramic, white and chipped at the rim, and the pestle moved in slow, heavy circles against the dried sage leaves, reducing them to a powder so fine it looked like gray snow. Elias Thorne counted the rotations in his head, one for each grain of dust that settled on the linoleum floor of his windowless office, a space that smelled of stale coffee and the metallic tang of the...

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