The Pale Door
The bird cage broke on the first day. Not shattered. Just bent. The wire twisted inward, a soft, metallic scream that echoed in the sterile white hallway of St. Jude’s. Elias sat on the cold linoleum, his hands shaking. The canary was gone. It had flown through the gap where the lock should have been. It was a small thing. A yellow blur against the gray sky. He did not chase it. He knew the...
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