The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The oak stood in the center of the square. It had been there for a century. No one remembered when it was planted. It simply was. Its roots gripped the cobblestones. The bark was pale. It looked like bone. It looked like ash. Elias Vance walked past it every day. He carried a briefcase. It was leather. It was black. It was heavy. Inside were files. Inside were lies. He was an inspector. He...

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