The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain was not falling so much as it was being hurled against the soot-stained brickwork of the tenement, a relentless, industrial assault that turned the narrow alleyways into rivers of black sludge and steam, and I stood at the center of this deluge, my back against the cold iron of the door, my hands slick with the blood of a stranger whose name I would never know but whose weight had been...

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