The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The feast in the Master’s office was a grotesque parody of celebration, the air thick with the cloying scent of roasted pheasant and stale pipe tobacco that clung to the velvet drapes like a second skin. I sat at the far end of the long mahogany table, my hands folded tightly in my lap to hide their trembling, watching Master Halloway carve a leg of lamb with the same mechanical precision he...

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