The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The door was white, but it had been white for a hundred years, and now it was merely the color of old bone. It stood at the end of the corridor in the municipal office, a sliver of light in the dim, dust-heavy air. Elias Thorne did not knock. He never knocked. He simply placed his hand on the handle, a brass circle worn smooth by generations of thumbs, and felt the cold seep into his palm. It...

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