The Pale Door
The snow was falling. It fell in sheets. Thick and white. It covered the road. It covered the fields. It covered the town. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the window. He held a glass. The glass was cold. His hand shook. He looked out. The world was gray. The smoke from the chimneys rose. It mixed with the snow. It disappeared. He was sixty years old. His face was old. The lines were deep. He wore...
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