The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rockslide did not roar; it simply ceased to be a hill and became a wall of wet slate and shale. Dr. Elias Thorne stood in the mud, his boots sinking with every breath, his field kit shattered around him like glass. The rain was not falling; it was being driven horizontally, a grey spear that stung his face and blurred his vision. He checked his watch. 04:12. The observatory was two miles up...

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