The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The machine hummed. It was a low, tectonic vibration that lived in the marrow of Elias’s bones. He stood before the console, his hands hovering over the haptic interface. The skin of his palms was dry, mapped with the fine, silver threads of old work. He was a shaper. A restorer of the self. In the sterile, white void of the Undercity, where the sun was a rumor and the sky a painted ceiling, he...

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