The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The leather case snapped shut with a dull thud, the sound sharp in the quiet of the workshop. Elias Vane did not look up. His fingers, stained with the black grease of oil and the rust of old springs, moved with a mechanical precision that belied the tremor in his left wrist. He was packing. It was a simple task, but it felt heavy, as if the tools themselves had gained weight in the last hour....

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