The Pale Door
The house died by degrees, a slow suffocation of smoke and silence that began not with a bang, but with the hiss of gas escaping a cracked pipe in the basement. Captain Elias Thorne found the smell before he found the fire, a sweet, cloying rot that clung to the back of his throat like a bad word. He was standing in the hallway of his own home, his service revolver heavy in his right hand, his...
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