The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the old estate, a relentless, gray static that swallowed the sound of the world outside. You sat in the library, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper, your hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had gone cold an hour ago. The mug was heavy, its ceramic surface chipped near the rim, a small wound in...

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