The Pale Door
The fog did not merely settle upon the valley of the Blackwater; it rose from the wet, rotting earth like a living thing, a grey exhalation that swallowed the jagged teeth of the industrial skyline and the skeletal remains of the old ironworks until the world was reduced to a singular, suffocating white. Elias Thorne moved through this opacity with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man whose...
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