The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The fog rolled in from the harbor, thick and gray as wet wool, erasing the sharp edges of the city until the world was nothing but a damp, breathing void. I stood at the window of my office on the fourth floor, watching the streetlamps bloom into soft, yellow halos in the mist. The building was old, built of brick that had turned the color of dried blood, and it groaned in the wind. I was a...

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