The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain hammered against the slate roof of the station, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that seemed to echo the thumping of Elias’s heart. He stood by the window, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the tracks dissolve into the gray mist. His uniform was pressed, the brass buttons polished to a dull shine. The coat fit his shoulders well, though it felt heavy today. He was a soldier of...

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