The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain fell in sheets, counting the seconds against the wet stone of the ruined monastery. Elias Thorne stood in the nave, his fingers black with mud, weighing the satchel at his hip. Inside lay the Codex of Silence, a book bound in skin that whispered when opened. He had walked for three days to find it, driven by a terror that gnawed at the roots of his identity. The Black Death was closing...

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