The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The roof fell in at dawn. You heard it before you saw it. A crack, like a bone snapping under a heavy boot. Then the groan of timber, dry and ancient, giving way to gravity. Dust rose in a grey cloud, settling on the cobblestones of High Street. You stood in the doorway of your shop, a carpenter, a maker of things that last. Or so you told yourself. The morning air was cold. It bit at your...

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