The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

Camille Descamps ran with the stolen key clenched between his teeth, the metal biting his gums as he navigated the muddy track toward the abandoned mill. The fog was thick enough to taste, a physical wall that stopped the boats on the river and turned the world into a grey smear of stone and rot. Beside him, Elise matched his stride, her small frame trembling not from cold but from the weight...

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