The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain fell on the cobblestones of Harrowgate. It was a cold, gray rain. It slicked the gutters. It made the air taste of iron. Elias walked. He wore a coat that had seen better decades. The fabric was thin. It clung to his bones. He was not from here. He was from the south. He was a man who had crossed the sea. He carried a satchel. Inside the satchel was a book. The book was black. The...

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