The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain had not stopped for three days. It hammered against the reinforced glass of the atrium with a rhythmic, mechanical persistence, blurring the view of the city below into a smear of gray and sodium yellow. Elias Thorne stood before the containment unit, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the pale door. It was not a door in the architectural sense, but a boundary of hard light, a...

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