The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain hits the cobblestones. It sounds like coins dropping. You stand in the alley. Your uniform is wet. The wool clings to your ribs. You are cold. Not just in the skin. In the bone. In the marrow. You hold the object. It is small. A brass key. It is heavy. It is warm. It pulses. A slow, rhythmic thud against your palm. Like a second heart. Like a living thing. You do not feel it with your...

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