The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain had stopped. The mud on the road was deep, a thick, sucking brown that clung to the boots of those who walked it. Elias Vance stood at the edge of the tree line, watching the town of Oakhaven shrink in the distance. He was leaving. He had packed his bag with the precision of a man who expected to be called back for a specific task, a precise hour. He was a detective, or at least he had...

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