The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The door was always pale, a slab of bleached wood set into a wall of shadow, and you woke with the taste of iron in your mouth, the dream’s chill still clinging to your skin like wet wool. It was November of 1893, and the air in the attic room of the Holloway house in Cleveland was so thick with the smell of coal smoke and damp plaster that it felt less like air and more like a substance you...

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