The Pale Path

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The Pale Path

I Angus Lennox had spent the last three years writing letters that never arrived, his fingers stained with the ink of a man who believed in the arithmetic of mercy. The fog came up from the river at dusk, thick and physical, pressing against the one-way glass of the interview room where the Magistrate’s clerk sat, a man named Finlay who smelled of wet wool and old paper. Angus wanted to secure...

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