The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

Act I The auction of the fishing fleet had just ended, the gavel striking wood with a finality that echoed off the limestone walls of the town hall, where the air smelled of wet wool and old dust. I was twenty-three on the Rope Walk, standing in the back row with my satchel clutched to my chest, watching Mayor Halloway dismiss the bidders with a wave that was as careless as it was absolute. My...

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