The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The packet ships crowded the harbor of Livorno like cattle driven toward a slaughterhouse, their decks heaving with the stench of tar, wet wool, and the sour, metallic tang of fear that rises from steerage when the wind turns cold. It was midsummer, yet the rain fell in sheets that chilled the skin to the bone, a March-cold deluge that drummed against the iron hulls and soaked the cobblestones...

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