The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

Thorne. The name hung in the air of the municipal office, heavy and cold, spoken by Magistrate Halloway with the same flat, administrative tone he used for requisition forms and tax disputes. You stood by the window, your back to the room, watching the fog press against the glass of Oakhaven, a thick, grey wool that seemed to have no end and no beginning. You were Elias Thorne, thirty-four...

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