The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain in Chicago did not fall so much as it hung, a gray, suspended curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the streets into slick, dark mirrors. Elias Thorne walked through this deluge with the heavy, deliberate pace of a man who had forgotten how to rush, his coat soaking through to the skin, his boots finding the rhythm of the cobblestones that had been paved over decades...

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