The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain fell upon the roof of the Blackwood estate not as water, but as a heavy, grey ash that settled in the gutters and choked the chimneys, erasing the distinction between the sky and the earth in a suffocating blanket of slate. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and old paper, a perfume that had permeated the very stones of the house since the time of the first industrial...

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