The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

In the damp cold of the orphanage cellar, Elias Thorne held a vial of spectral moss, its pale glow pulsing with a rhythm that matched his own frantic heartbeat. The glass was cold against his palm, a sharp contrast to the fever that had gripped him for three days, a sickness that tasted of copper and old dust. He was thirty-four years old, an inspector of the city’s moral economy, and he had...

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