The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The fog did not roll in so much as it seeped up from the black mud of the estuary, a thick, grey wool that smelled of iron and rot. I stood at the center of the chamber, the air so still it felt like standing inside a lung. The walls were lined with shelves of glass jars, each containing a different stage of decay, the fluids inside shifting from clear to amber to a heavy, opaque black. I was...

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