The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The gate was locked. I knew it. I had watched it for three days. It stood in the middle of the white field, a tall iron thing, rusted and sharp. Behind it was the house. My house. No, your house. We lived there. You and me. We were young. We were happy. I think. I remember the light in the kitchen. It was yellow. It was warm. I am standing here now. It is cold. The wind hits my face. It feels...

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