The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain fell in sheets of grey iron, drumming against the tin roof of the outpost. It was a cold that bit into the bones, a wet, industrial chill that clung to the wool of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s uniform. He stood at the edge of the treeline, his rifle slung low across his back, watching the fog roll off the valley. The village of Oakhaven lay below, half-swallowed by the mist. Smoke rose from...

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