The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the world into a watercolor smear of slate and rust. Inside the command post, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of fear. Major Elias Thorne stood by the window, his back rigid, watching the water streak down the glass in erratic, frantic lines. He was a man carved...

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