The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The ledger is in the drawer, Elias. Burn it, and Clara lives. I stood in the office of Mayor Halloway, the air thick with the smell of stale tobacco and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. My hands trembled, not from the cold that seeped through the floorboards of City Hall, but from the weight of the truth I carried. The gaslights above us flickered, their flames turning a sickly, pulsing blue....

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