The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The iron key was cold. That was the first thing I noticed. Not the weight of it, which was negligible, but the chill that seeped into the bone of my thumb. I held it up to the torchlight. It was a simple thing, a long stem with teeth cut deep and jagged, like the crown of a broken tooth. It had belonged to my father. He had died in the winter, and the estate was already crumbling around us like...

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