The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The horse’s breath hung in the air, a thick white fog that swallowed the road ahead. Yu-jin Park’s fingers were numb, the leather of his gloves cracked and stiff from the cold that had settled over the hillside neighborhoods of Seoul for a week straight. He held the sealed parchment against his chest, the wax soft and warm against his ribs, a stark contrast to the ice forming on his eyelashes....

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