The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The ink is not black. It is the color of dried blood, a deep, rusted maroon that seeps into the grain of the parchment like a bruise forming under the skin. You hold the quill with a grip that has become less like holding a tool and more like holding a bone. The wind outside the window howls through the pine trees, a low, mournful sound that seems to vibrate in the marrow of your legs. You are...

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