The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The train to Ashworth Station smelled of wet wool and coal dust, a scent that clung to Elias Thorne’s coat like a second skin. He sat by the window, watching the gray fields of the English countryside blur into a smudge of slate and iron. At sixty-two, his knees ached with a dull, persistent rhythm that matched the chugging of the locomotive. He was returning home, or what passed for home, to...

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