The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

In the center of the mahogany table, a silver tray held a single, unlit candle, its wax already melted into a grey pool that smelled of tallow and old grease. Arthur Vane stared at the tray, his fingers cold against the rim of his glass, while the laughter of thirty men echoed off the high ceilings of the Union Hall. It was 1893, and the air was thick with the smoke of cigars and the heavy,...

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