The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The glass jar in Elias Thorne’s left hand was cracked. The fissure ran from the rim to the base, a thin white line that caught the grey light of the morning. He held it against his chest, feeling the cold seep through the wool of his coat, a chill that mirrored the hollow ache in his lungs. He was forty years old, and his hands, once steady enough to dissect the finest roots of the *Sphagnum*,...

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