The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended suspension of gray mist that clung to the high, arched windows of the Department of Anomalous Containment, blurring the view of the industrial sprawl of Whitechapel into a smear of iron and soot. Elias Thorne stood before the central archive, his hands resting on the cold steel of the railing, watching the dust motes dance in the...

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