The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The banquet hall of the Ashworth estate was a cavern of shadows and candlelight, the air thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and the heavy, cloying perfume of lilies. You stood at the edge of the mahogany table, your hands clasped behind your back, the uniform of the Royal Constabulary pressing against your shoulders like a second skin. The fabric was stiff, unwashed, carrying the ghostly...

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