The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain fell in sheets, a grey curtain that blurred the edge of the city. Elias stood on the platform, his breath hitching in the cold air. He held a ticket in his hand, damp and soft. It was the last train out of here. He looked at the man beside him. The stranger wore a coat of charcoal wool, worn thin at the elbows. He did not look up. He stared at the tracks as if they were a wound in the...

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