The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The wind did not howl so much as it screamed, a high, thin shriek that seemed to tear at the very fabric of the air, and Elias Thorne stood before the rotting oak door of the estate, his knuckles white as he gripped the chisel that felt less like a tool and more like an extension of his own failing nerve. The carved initials, C.T., were flaking away in the humidity, the wood grain softening...

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