The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The wind off the lake had teeth. It bit through the wool of Elias’s coat, a sharp, constant pressure against his skin. He walked with his head down, shoulders hunched to keep the cold from settling into his bones. The path was narrow, cut into the hillside, bordered by tall grasses that had turned the color of dried bone. Ahead, the house sat on the ridge. It was a large structure, brick and...

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