The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The dream was always the same, a corridor of grey stone stretching into an infinite, lightless void where a single door stood ajar, its surface the color of bone and shifting like oil on water, and Elias Thorne would wake with the taste of rust on his tongue and his hand clamped tight around the cold, tarnished silver of his father’s pocket watch, a weight that felt less like metal and more...

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