The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain fell in sheets, gray and relentless, turning the cobblestones of the city into a slick, dark mirror. Elias stood at the window of his study, watching the water race down the glass. It was a cold night, the kind that settled into the bones and refused to leave. On the desk before him sat a single apple. It was red, unblemished, and impossibly fresh against the backdrop of yellowed...

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