The Pale Eye
The Gaslight DoorThe iron door clicked shut behind him, and Arthur Pendelton stood in the reading room's blue darkness. Gas lamps burned on every table — thirteen of them, counting the one by the window — but he had turned them all down before he crossed the threshold. The Museum was not supposed to be open after eight. He was not supposed to be here. He was nineteen years old and possessed of...
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