The Pale Door
The table groaned under the weight of the roast. It was a vast slab of beef, browned to a dark mahogany, surrounded by mountains of boiled potatoes and heaps of green beans that glistened with butter. The air in the dining room was thick, heavy with the scent of rosemary and the damp wool of coats. Thomas sat at the head of the table. He was a large man, broad in the shoulders, with a face that...
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