The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The shaft was breathing, a slow, wet inhalation that pulled the air from Thorne’s lungs before he could take it. He adjusted the strap of his rifle, the leather biting into his shoulder, and stared down the dark throat of the Blackwood Mine. The foreman, a man named Kovic, stood at the edge of the pit, his hands buried in the pockets of his oil-stained coat. He did not look up. He did not...

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