The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

Chapter One Do you know what it feels like to hold a life in your hands while your own veins are burning? The rain in the estero district does not fall; it strikes, sideways, turning the tea-colored water into a churning, brine-thick mud that smells of rot and ozone. I am twenty-two, and I am standing in the courtyard of the Ministry, clutching a forged transit pass that feels like a slab of...

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