The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The blueprint was rolled tight in Elias Thorne’s hands, the paper stiff and cold against his palms, smelling of dry dust and old ink. He stood at the edge of the platform, the wind whipping his coat around his legs, watching the city of Veridia rise from the fog like a jagged tooth. He was forty-two, and he had spent the last six years running from the ghost of a woman who had stolen his life,...

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