The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The frost did not fall. It shattered. I stood at the gate. The iron was cold. Cold as a dead man’s cheek. I looked back. The house was dark. The windows were black holes. They ate the moon. You were inside. I knew it. I could feel the weight of your silence. It pressed against my ribs. It was a physical thing. A stone in the throat. I had come to say goodbye. Or perhaps to beg. The words were...

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