The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The wind off the harbor tasted of salt and iron. It cut through the wool coat of Sergeant Elias Thorne. He stood by the water’s edge. The town of Oakhaven slept behind him. A stone wall. A graveyard. The gulls screamed. They tore at the silence. Elias held his hat in his hands. The brim was worn thin. He had served for twenty years. He had broken bones. He had pulled men from fires. He had...

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