The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The bone in my right thigh, the one that had carried me through the muddy fields of the Somme and the frozen trenches of the Aisne, was not merely broken but shattered into a constellation of white shards that pulsed with a rhythm entirely their own, a heartbeat independent of my own lungs, and I lay there in the high, thin air of the Scottish Highlands, staring up at a sky so vast and...

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