The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain in the Iron Valley did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray mist that seeped into the marrow of the bones and settled in the joints of the men who marched through it. Elias Thorne walked at the head of the column, his boots finding the rhythm of the mud with a mechanical precision that had long since replaced the human fear that used to drive his steps. He was a man carved...

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