The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The air in the village of Oakhaven smelled of coal dust and wet wool. It was a thick, pervasive scent that settled into the pores of the skin and the creases of the clothes, a testament to the industrial heart that pumped life and decay through the narrow streets. Margaret Holloway stood before the mirror in her small, rented room above the chandler’s shop. She was thirty years old, though she...

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