The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

Elias, come in. The smell hit him first, a thick, wet rot of damp plaster and stale coffee that clung to the back of his throat. Director Halloway sat behind a desk of polished oak, his face a mask of bureaucratic indifference. Elias placed the rolled map on the wood. It was the final draft, the one that mapped the underbelly, the hidden veins of the city’s sewer system. Halloway did not unroll...

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