The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The banquet hall smelled of wet wool and stale beer. It was a mess of noise, a cacophony of clinking glasses and raucous laughter that bounced off the high, vaulted ceilings of the community center. Captain Elias Thorne stood near the edge of the dance floor, his hand resting on the hilt of his service pistol. He did not draw it. He did not need to. The weight of the weapon was a familiar...

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