The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The iron breath of the furnace hung in the air of the foundry, thick and metallic, tasting of copper pennies and old blood. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the molten churn, his hands trembling not from the heat, but from the silence that had begun to eat at the edges of his mind. He was a man built of rigid lines and weary eyes, a supervisor in the Great Hall of Iron, where the air was...

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