The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rusted latch of the supply crate sat heavy in Elias Thorne’s palm, cold and slick with the first beads of a rain that had not yet broken, a weight that felt less like metal and more like the solidified guilt of the last twenty years. He stood before the gate of the Harrow Creek outpost, the wind tearing at his high-visibility jacket, and watched the valley below where the only road into the...

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