The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain did not fall in the Hollow; it rose, a slow, grey exhalation from the wet stone floors, curling upward to dissolve into the low, oppressive ceiling of the cave. It was a place that had no name on any map, a pocket of the world that had been forgotten by God and the cartographers alike. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of this damp, breathing dark, his fingers wrapped tightly around the...

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