The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The iron gate groaned. It was a sound like a dying beast. Inside, the air tasted of rust and old blood. Tomás held the locket. It was heavy. Cold. It burned his palm. "Is it open?" a voice asked. The voice was soft. Too soft. It belonged to Silas. Silas stood in the shadows. He wore a coat of black wool. He looked thin. He looked hungry. "Almost," Tomás said. His fingers shook. He was twelve....

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