The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The frost had claimed the window glass before I did. It crawled in like a white mold, fractal and inevitable, sealing the view of the yard into a blur of grey and shadow. I was not looking out. I was looking at the ledger. The numbers swam, red ink bleeding into the white paper, but they did not matter. Not anymore. The house, Whitmore Hall, stood heavy with the silence of a held breath. It was...

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