The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The fog in the valley was not merely weather, but a physical substance, a thick, sulfurous blanket that smelled of coal dust and the metallic tang of old blood, clinging to the wool of your coat and seeping into the pores of your skin as you climbed the switchback path toward the mountain shrine. You are Elias Thorne, thirty years old, a man whose hands are permanently stained with the soot of...

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