The Pale Path
Chapter One "Can you hold a pen?" Ravi asked, his voice tight against the hum of the ventilation fans. Priya Pereira stared at the form on the table, the ink of the release stamp looking like a dark bruise against the white paper, and her fingers, which had signed ten thousand seizures without a tremor in twenty years, shook so violently that the pen skittered across the desk and rolled onto...
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