The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The dream was not of flight, but of root. You were standing in the garden behind the Hall, where the ivy had climbed so high it choked the sky, and you felt the wet, dark pull of the earth beneath your boots, a gravity that was not physical but moral. A single white lily, pale as bone and more beautiful for its fragility, had broken through the mulch near the foundation stone. It did not sway....

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