The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, persistent mist that turned the cobblestones of the lower ward into slick, dark mirrors reflecting the flickering oil lamps of the watchmen. Thomas Ashworth stood beneath the eave of the apothecary’s shop, his leather cloak heavy with water, and watched a rat scramble across the wet flagstones, its tail twitching with a frantic,...

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