The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain fell on the tin roof of the station house like a thousand tiny hammers striking a sheet of steel. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat in the corner, his back against the cold brick, watching the water streak down the glass. He held a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid trembling slightly in his hand. The tremor was new. It had started after the last shift, a fine vibration in the muscles of his...

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