The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The morning fog clung to the valley floor, thick as wool, erasing the distinction between earth and sky. Elias Thorne woke to the weight of silence. It was a heavy, suffocating thing, pressing against his eardrums. He lay in the narrow bed. The sheets were damp with cold sweat. His body ached. Not the sharp pain of injury. But the dull, grinding ache of time. Of joints rusting shut. Of muscles...

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