The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The bell rang. It was a dull sound. A heavy iron tongue struck a bronze rim. The vibration traveled through the stone floor. It climbed up the legs. It settled in the bones. Thomas stood still. He held his cup. The water was clear. It was cold. It tasted of iron. He drank. He did not spill a drop. His hands were steady. They had always been steady. The other men watched him. They did not speak....

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