The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The bread had begun to rise in the dark, a slow, muscular swelling that pressed against the glass of the jar with the quiet insistence of a tide. Elias stood before the kitchen counter, his hands submerged in a basin of water that had long since lost its chill, and watched the dough climb. It was a Tuesday in November, the kind of day that hung heavy and gray over the town of Oakhaven, a place...

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