The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain lashed the windows of the Holloway house. It was a heavy, grey downpour that turned the world outside into a smear of mud and grey stone. I stood in the hallway, my knuckles white around the handle of my briefcase. My heart hammered against my ribs. A deep, primal ache lived in my gut. It was not fear. It was something older. Something raw. Margaret stood by the door. She wore her...

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