The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The train was a beast of iron and steam, a long, groaning serpent that swallowed the countryside whole as it dragged us westward toward the coast, and I sat in the corner of the compartment with my hands folded in my lap, feeling the vibration of the wheels in my teeth, a steady, rhythmic pulse that reminded me of a heart that was slowing down, beating less frequently, losing its momentum, as...

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