The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray curtain that turned the world into a watercolor smear of slate and bruise. Inside the cramped, windowless office of the Department of Administrative Compliance, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper. Margaret Holloway sat at her desk, her fingers hovering over the keyboard, trembling not with cold, but with the...

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