The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The ledger was heavy, bound in leather that had cracked from the heat of the furnace rooms. I carried it down the slate steps, the iron clinking against the wet cobblestones of the yard. It was November, 1893, and the fog sat low against the factory walls, thick as wool. My name was Thomas Bradshaw, and I was thirty-two years old. I had one hour before the night shift ended. I had to deliver...

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