The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The ledger weighed four pounds, a dense block of leather and paper that felt heavier in my hand than a brick. I had counted the pages twice. One hundred and twelve. Each entry was a death, a date, a signature. Sterling’s signature. I stood in the alley behind the mill, the rain slicking my coat, and waited for the cobblestones to move. They did. Slowly, with a grinding sound like teeth chewing...

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