The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The bell in the steeple of St. Jude’s did not ring for the dead, but for the sick, and its bronze voice hung in the damp air like a heavy, wet wool blanket. You knew the sound well. It was the sound of your own heartbeat, amplified by the hollows in your chest, the sound of the thing inside you that was not quite human and not quite dead. You stood at the edge of the village, where the...

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