The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The sub-basement of the Ministry of Records smelled of damp plaster and the slow decay of paper, a scent that had long since permeated the fibers of Elias Thorne’s tweed jacket. He sat alone at a long oak desk, the only light source a single, buzzing electric lamp that cast long, trembling shadows against the stacked ledgers. His hands, stained with ink and trembling slightly from the cold,...

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