The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The coat was heavy. Wool. Grey. It smelled of damp stone. Thomas hung it by the door. He did not look at it. He looked at the floor. The floor was cold. Stone. Cold. He stepped inside. The hall was long. Shadows pooled in the corners. Dark. Thick. A servant waited. Young. Pale. "Master Thomas," the boy said. His voice was thin. Like wire. "Is he home?" Thomas nodded. He did not speak. He could...

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