The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain has not stopped for three days, a grey curtain that blurs the highland moors and turns the mud of the courtyard into a slurry that sucks at my boots. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and my hands, once steady enough to hold a rifle at two hundred yards, now tremble when I try to pour tea. For eight years, I have waited for the ink to dry on a pardon for my brother Silas,...

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