The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a pervasive, grey mist that clung to the windows of the old stone manor, blurring the world outside into a watercolor of muted greens and browns. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool, beeswax, and the faint, metallic tang of old blood that seemed to linger in the corners of the room no matter how many times Margaret swept the floor....

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