The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain fell in sheets of iron. It hammered against the tin roof of the station, a rhythmic, metallic clatter that drowned out the world below. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the platform, his coat soaked through to the bone. He was a man built for silence, his face a map of old scars and newer regrets. He held a ledger in his left hand. The paper was slick with water, the ink bleeding into...

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