The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The grain was rotting again. Sheriff Elias Thorne stood in the center of the town square, the November wind cutting through his wool coat with a sharp, metallic bite. He was forty years old, though the mirror in his office had begun to show a man of fifty, his face drawn tight over high cheekbones, his eyes sunk deep into shadows that no amount of sleep could lift. In his right hand, he held a...

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