The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The frost on the windowpane was a lattice of white, intricate and cold. Elias stared at it. It looked like a net, or a cage. He pressed his thumb against the glass. It was hard. Unyielding. He was a man who had spent thirty years in the dark, not of a cell, but of his own making. The weight of what he had done sat on his chest, a stone he could not shift. He had stolen the life of his son, not...

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