The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of Harrowgate into a slick, grey mirror that reflected the soot-blackened brickwork of the textile mills and the pale, trembling gaslights that sputtered against the relentless damp. It was a sound like a low, continuous moan, a vibration that seemed to seep into the marrow of the bones of those who walked the narrow streets, a...

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