The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The fever had a taste, metallic and sweet, like the blood that sometimes gathered in the corner of my mouth after I bit my cheek in my sleep. I woke to the sound of rain hammering against the thatched roof of the cottage, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate in the very marrow of my bones. I was not in my bed. I was lying on a stone floor, cold enough to bite, in a room that...

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