The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The door was always pale, the color of bone left out in the rain. It stood at the end of a corridor that smelled of wet wool and machine oil, and it was sealed with a lock that had no keyhole. Elias Thorne woke with a gasp, his palm pressed against the cold iron of his bed frame, the skin there numb and tingling with a chill that seemed to radiate from the center of his hand. It was three in...

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