The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The clock on the wall above the foreman’s desk had no hands, only a hole where the second hand should have been, ticking with a dry, wooden persistence that seemed to count the seconds Arthur Vane was losing. He stood in the doorway of the office, the air thick with the smell of machine oil and the stale tobacco smoke of men who had been inside for hours, and he tried to straighten his tie, but...

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