The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The mud was not merely wet, but a living, sucking thing, a cold and viscous mouth that pulled at the boots of Sergeant Elias Thorne with a tenacity that felt almost personal, as if the earth itself had developed a grudge against the very concept of upward movement. He stood in the center of the muddy square in Oakhaven, a town that had once prided itself on the rhythmic chime of its bell tower...

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