The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The leather was cracked. It had been cracked for years, a map of fissures across the shoulders and elbows that spoke of a life spent in friction. Silas wore the coat as if it were skin. It was not merely worn; it was fused to him. The wool had thinned to a gray haze, the color of old ash, and the lining, once a vibrant crimson, was now the dull brown of dried blood. He stood in the center of...

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