The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The fire did not start with a spark, but with a whisper, a low, guttural rumble that seemed to rise from the very bones of the house, shaking the dust from the rafters and turning the air thick with the scent of scorched timber and ozone. You stood in the center of the workshop, your hands pressed flat against the back of the heavy oak workbench, feeling the vibration travel up through your...

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