The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The train from Harrowgate to the northern frontier did not so much stop as it exhaled, a long, shuddering release of steam that fogged the windows and settled on the wool of Arthur’s coat like a wet ghost. He sat in the corner, his back against the cold glass, watching the industrial sprawl of the city give way to the grey, endless fields. In his lap, beneath a heavy wool blanket, lay a rifle...

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