The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The fog rolled in from the harbor, thick as wool and gray as a dead man’s skin. It swallowed the cobblestones of the lower town. It swallowed the gas lamps until they were only faint, trembling eyes in the dark. Silas Vane walked through it. He walked with the steady, heavy gait of a man who had spent forty years moving heavy things. His hands were rough, calloused, and stained with the black...

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