The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain fell hard on the cobblestones of the old quarter. It slicked the stones black. Elias walked. He walked fast. The mud squelched under his boots. He was a clerk. He was small. He was tired. He carried a satchel. Inside the satchel was a ledger. The ledger was heavy. It held the names of the dead. Or perhaps the names of the living who owed a debt. It did not matter. It mattered that it...

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