The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The house breathed. That was the first thing the surveyors noted in their logs, the rhythmic expansion of the plaster and the slow, tectonic shift of the oak beams, a respiration that defied the static nature of the timber and stone. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the grand foyer, his tape measure retracted, his eyes fixed on the door at the far end of the hall. It was a pale, unassuming...

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