The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The frost did not creep into the valley of Ashworth that autumn, it descended like a judge passing a sentence, coating the thatched roofs of the small village in a rind of ice so thick and brittle that the world seemed to hold its breath in a state of suspended, crystalline agony, waiting for the crack that would shatter the silence into a cacophony of shattering glass and screaming wind. Old...

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