The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and damp wool. It was a smell that stuck to the inside of the nose, thick and heavy, a scent that belonged to no specific time but to all times. Margaret sat at the end of the long table. Her hands were folded in her lap. They were pale. They were still. The candles flickered. They did not waver. They burned with a steady, blue heat. Across from her sat...

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