The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The ink was still wet on the ledger page when I tore it free, the sound like a dry leaf snapping under a boot. I was thirty-two years old, a constable in Oakhaven, and I had just stolen the proof that Mayor Halloway had signed the death warrants of three men. The town called him a saint, a man of iron will and gentle spirit, but I knew he was a coward who traded in human lives to keep the coal...

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