The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The morning air in the textile mill hung thick with the scent of wet wool and machine oil, a heavy, industrial perfume that clung to the lungs and settled in the marrow of the bones. Elias Thorne stood at the head of the loom, his fingers stained with indigo dye that had become part of his skin, a permanent map of his labor etched into the whorls of his fingertips. The loom, a beast of iron and...

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