The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The house had teeth. Not the jagged, hungry kind. No. They were molars. Broad. Flat. Worn smooth by the grinding of centuries. Margaret Holloway stood on the porch, her boots sinking into the wet mud of the yard. The rain had stopped, but the air still tasted of iron and rot. She was a detective. Or she had been. Now she was just a woman holding a key that did not fit the lock. The key was...

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