The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The mud was cold. It bit into the soles of his boots as Aldous Vane pressed his back against the crumbling stone of the chapel door. Rain lashed the courtyard in sheets of grey. He held the seal tight in his left hand. It was carved from bone, smooth and warm, humming with a low, sick frequency. The thing on the other side of the door was not a man. It was a shadow with teeth, a hunger that...

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