The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The ink was dry. It had been dry for three days. I sat in the chair by the window, watching the rain streak the glass, and felt the weight of the words I had written. They were simple words. They were true words. And they were a death sentence. Not for another. For myself. My name is Arthur Penhaligon. I am a historian. I study the old ways. The things that were forgotten because they were...

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