The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it seeped, a cold, gray mist that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat and settled into the marrow of his bones. He stood in the doorway of the sheriff’s station, his hand gripping the handle so tightly his knuckles turned the color of old parchment, while inside, the heavy thud of boots echoed against the linoleum floor. Miller, his deputy, was...

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