The Pale Door
The ink was still wet on the survey sheet when the inspector’s shadow fell across the table, cutting off the light from the window. "Thorne," the man said, his voice flat and administrative. "You are behind schedule by three weeks. The Ministry requires the boundary finalized by Friday. What is the delay?" Elias Thorne did not look up. He was aligning a brass dividers, checking the distance...
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