The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The ivy grew in the dark. It climbed the stone walls of the undercroft. It was not green. It was the color of bruised plums. It was the color of old blood. It moved. Thomas watched it. He held his breath. The air was thick. It tasted of copper. It tasted of rot. He was a clerk. He was a man of ledgers. He was a man of ink. He was not a man of vines. He had come here to hide. He had come here to...

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