The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The letter arrived on a Tuesday, smelling faintly of ozone and wet wool, though the postman had never once mentioned such scents. Margaret Holloway stood in the hallway of her crumbling Victorian house, the envelope heavy in her hand, the wax seal unbroken but already crumbling at the edges. She did not open it. She knew what was inside, or rather, what it represented. For three years, since...

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