The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The glass vial in Elias’s hand was cold, heavier than it had any right to be, and it pulsed with a faint, rhythmic luminescence that seemed to breathe in time with his own failing heart. He stood in the center of the isolation ward, the sterile white walls pressing in on him like the inside of a skull, the air scrubbed so clean it tasted of nothing at all. "You are holding a contraband item,...

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