The Pale Door
The train hissed into the station of Ashford, a long, metallic groan that seemed to stretch the very air until it snapped, and Elias got off with a suitcase that felt heavier than his own bones, the wheels clicking a frantic, irregular rhythm against the wet concrete as if trying to warn him that he was already too late for everything, including his own name, which he had changed three times in...
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