The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The bell tolled three. It was a heavy sound. It shook the dust from the rafters. Margaret stood in the center of the hall. The floor was cold stone. It bit through her thin shoes. She held the chalice. It was not gold. It was not silver. It was a pale, translucent glass. It looked like ice that had forgotten how to melt. She looked at the doors. They were barred. Iron bars. Thick as her arm. No...

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