The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The mud sucked at Elias Thorne’s boots with a wet, tearing sound, a rhythm that matched the thud of his own failing heart. He was forty-two, though he looked sixty, his face a map of scars and deep-set exhaustion, his eyes hollowed by three years of wandering and silence. In his right hand, he gripped the hilt of a sword that had long since lost its edge, the rust flaking onto his glove like...

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