The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

Elias stood in the rain. The city wept. It was a gray, cold weeping that soaked into the marrow. He wore his coat. It was black. It was heavy. The fabric had lost its sheen. It frayed at the cuffs. The buttons were loose. One hung by a thread. He was a soldier. Not of an army. Of a cause. The cause was silence. The cause was the end of noise. He had walked for years. He walked through the...

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