The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

You press the tip of the pencil into the pad, the graphite snapping under the weight of your thumb. The sound is sharp, a tiny crack in the silence of the outpost, which smells of stale coffee, wet wool, and the metallic tang of old blood. You are Elias Thorne. You want the promotion. You need it to pay for the dialysis, the chemo, the endless, grinding costs of keeping your brother’s body...

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