The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The coat hangs by the door. It is grey, woolen, and heavy with the damp of a November rain that has not yet ceased to fall outside. You have worn it for three days. The scent of cedar and old rain clings to the wool, a familiar ghost that wraps around your shoulders when the house grows cold. Your mother’s coat. She died in August, leaving behind a house that feels too large for its silence,...

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