The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain lashed against the stained glass of the infirmary window, blurring the world outside into a smear of grey and black, while inside, the air hung heavy with the scent of carbolic soap and old dust. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the ward, his hands trembling slightly as he held the brass key that had been entrusted to him three weeks prior. It was a small, unremarkable thing,...

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