The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The clock sat on the mantelpiece. It was brass. The brass was green. Marcus watched it. The pendulum swung. Left. Right. Left. Right. A mechanical heartbeat. It did not stop. He lived in Oakhaven. The town smelled of coal dust and wet wool. The year was 1912. The mills hummed. The air was thick with smoke. Marcus was an investigator. Not a police officer. Not a lawyer. He hunted things. Things...

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