The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain hit the cobblestones of St. Jude’s Square with a rhythmic, mechanical precision. It was a Tuesday. The clock tower struck six. Marcus Thorne checked his watch. The second hand trembled. He did not like the tremble. He adjusted his collar. The wool itched. He pulled his coat tighter. The city smelled of wet iron and ozone. Marcus was a man of measurements. He worked for the Municipal...

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