The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The elevator dinged. It was a short, bright sound. It cut through the silence of the forty-second floor. Elias stepped out. He held his phone tight. His knuckles were white. The lobby was empty. The marble was cold under his shoes. He looked up. The ceiling was high. It felt like a sky made of stone. "Mr. Vance," the concierge said. He did not look up from his tablet. "You are expected in the...

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