The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The chisel in Elias Thorne’s hand was not wood, nor was it steel, but a pale, translucent slice of his own knuckle, brittle as dried bone and humming with a low, subsonic thrum that vibrated through the marrow of his arm. He woke with a gasp, the smell of wet plaster and old sawdust clinging to the back of his throat, the chisel clattering onto the workbench where it lay cold and solid, its...

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