The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The ink in the journal is already thickening, turning to a sludge that resists the nib, a physical manifestation of the cold that has seeped into the marrow of my left arm since we left Oakhaven three days ago. I am Sergeant Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, and I am writing this by the light of a tallow candle that burns with a blue, sullen flame, while the rest of the column sleeps...

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