The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The pen in Elias Thorne’s hand did not move, suspended in the air like a held breath, while the scent of Julian Vane’s citrus-heavy cologne drifted across the glass table and settled into the fibers of Elias’s shirt. It was a smell that cost more per ounce than the coffee Elias drank, sharp and synthetic, masking the stale, metallic tang of the server room that hummed beneath the floorboards of...

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