The Pale Door
The fever broke at dawn, leaving Arthur with a mouth full of copper and a mind full of static. He lay in the narrow bed of the attic room, the plaster ceiling above him cracked like the surface of a frozen lake. Outside, the city of Bristol roared its industrial wake. The hiss of steam from the boiler below was a constant, low thrum, a mechanical heartbeat that seemed to synchronize with his...
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