The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The wool coat was a deep, bruised purple, the color of a plum left too long in the cold, and it sat on the back of the oak chair in the center of the room like a sleeping beast. You had worn it for seven years, through the damp winters of the city and the biting winds of the northern trade routes, and now it hung there, heavy with the dust of the archive and the scent of your own exhausted...

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