The Pale Door
Chapter One Ji-min Choi had not slept in three days, a fact that made the rusted iron key in his pocket feel less like a tool and more like a tumor, pressing against his hip as he walked the muddy track toward the ferry crossing. The air smelled of wet pine and sawdust, the specific, cloying scent of the industrial zone where the hill station sat like a scar on the forest edge. He needed to...
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