The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The lease is signed, Elias. Do you hear me? It is signed. I looked up from the coal dust coating the table, my fingers blackened to the knuckles, and stared at Foreman Miller. He stood in the doorway of the office, a man built like a heavy sack of grain, his face a map of red veins and sweat. He held the paper out, not offering it, but displaying it like a dead bird. The Company had foreclosed...

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