The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain hit the asphalt in sheets. It was a cold, gray Tuesday in November. I stood by the window of my office on the fourth floor of the precinct. The glass was cold against my forehead. I watched the city bleed into the street. My name is Thomas Bradshaw. I am a detective. I have worn this badge for twenty years. It feels heavy now. Heavier than it used to. My desk was a mess. Papers. Coffee...

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