The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The door was pale. Not white, not cream, but a sickly, washed-out hue that suggested something long dead had been left out in the rain. It stood alone in the center of the common room of the Old Mill, a structure of stone and silence that had watched over the village of Harrowgate for three centuries. I sat on a stool, my hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had gone cold an hour ago, and I...

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