The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The brass key felt heavy in Arthur’s palm, a solid, cold weight that grounded him against the rising tide of the room. He stood in the center of the Magistrate’s office, the air thick with the scent of stale pipe tobacco and damp wool, his hand resting on the doorframe as if checking for a pulse. The wallpaper was a faded pattern of vines, yellowing at the edges where the light from the gas...

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