The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The iron key turned with a sound like a bone snapping, and the lock gave way with a wet, heavy thud that seemed to swallow the silence of the corridor. I stepped over the threshold, my boots leaving dark, damp prints on the polished oak, and the air inside was cold, not with the chill of winter, but with the stagnant, suffocating dampness of a cellar where no wind had moved in a century. The...

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