The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The paper was damp, the ink running in faint, blue rivers that defied the rain drumming against the high, arched windows of the courtyard. You held it in your left hand, the one that had carried the rifle for twenty years, and the blue glow pulsed with a rhythm that matched the wet, heavy thud of your own pulse. It was a letter, or rather, a declaration of guilt, written in a hand you...

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