The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The gate was rusted shut. Silas stood before it, the iron cold against his palm. He had walked for three days through the fog that clung to the valley like a wet shroud. The air tasted of coal smoke and old rain. Behind him, the noise of the foundry faded, replaced by a silence so heavy it pressed against his eardrums. He was not supposed to be here. The Registry had marked his file in red ink....

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