The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The summons came in the shape of a knock, sharp and impatient, against the door of Elias Vane’s narrow flat. It was nine in the morning, the light grey and thin, slicing through the curtains in pale strips that illuminated the dust motes dancing over the bed where his wife, Clara, lay. She did not stir. The cough that had plagued her for three months had settled into a wet, rattling silence...

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