The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain did not fall so much as it was poured out of the sky, a relentless, gray deluge that turned the moor into a swamp of sucking mud and black water, and I walked with my boots clogging with the slurry of the earth, the weight of the stone in my hand a constant, grinding reminder of the debt I owed to the earth and to the sky and to the woman who had waited for me in the cottage with the...

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