The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The glass shattered. Not with a bang, but with a shriek. A high, thin sound that cut through the smog. Margot stood in the doorway. The shards lay on the cobblestones. Like teeth. Like bones. She did not move. Her hand was still raised. The hammer was gone. It had fallen into the dark. She watched the pieces. They caught the gaslight. They burned. This was the fourth time. The fourth door. The...

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