The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain on the tin roof of the watchtower was a constant, metallic hiss. Sergeant Elias Thorne did not look up from the ledger. His hand, steady as a surgeon’s, inked the time. 0300 hours. The pen scratched against the paper. The scratching was the only sound in the world that mattered. Or so he believed. Below him, the courtyard of the Ironhall Penitentiary lay empty under the grey wash of...

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