The Pale Door
The train exhales you into the gray morning, a puff of steam that dissolves before it hits the cobblestones. You are Mara, thirty-two, and your left hand is locked around a leather-bound ledger, the only asset in your life that isn’t debt. The city of Ashworth rises before you, a monument to stone and silence, and you know exactly where you are going. You want to deliver this book to the High...
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