The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The oak door groaned against my palms, a sound like a man clearing his throat before a lie. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, and I am currently engaged in a physical struggle to keep the heavy, sealed door of the Royal Wing shut. My knuckles are white, my breath coming in short, ragged bursts that taste of dust and old paper. Beyond the wood, the whispers are not just sounds; they are a pressure,...

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