The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The coat was gray. Not the gray of ash, nor the gray of stone, but the gray of a winter sky just before the light fails. It had belonged to my father. I knew this because the label inside the collar, yellowed with age, bore his name in a script I had learned to read before I could read the newspapers. I was a scholar of textiles. I spent my days in a basement office at the university, running...

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