The Pale Door

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2026-08-18 19:33:35 -

The Pale Door

The wool was itchy against your scalp, a constant, low-level friction that reminded you of the dust settling in the rafters of the old chapel. You had worn it for three days now, the grey, shapeless thing the Convent of Saint Agnes had pressed into your hands before you were led out into the rain. It was not a hood of penance, though the sisters said it was. It was a shroud, or perhaps a skin....

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