The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The champagne in the crystal flute was cold, but the air in Lord Halloway’s ballroom was thick with the heat of two hundred bodies and the smell of stale tobacco. I stood at the periphery of the grand chandelier, my hands trembling slightly as I watched the Lord’s butler serve the second course of roasted pheasant, the steam rising in white ghosts against the dark velvet drapes. I am Elias...

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