The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The door was always pale. Not white, but the color of old bone, the color of a tooth pulled from a dead man’s jaw. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of rot in his mouth, the wood grain of the frame still pressed against his palm in the dream. He was thirty-four, a sergeant in the Northern Border Corps, and he had wanted to secure the ridge before the first hard freeze. That was the want. The...

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