The Pale Door
I have always believed that the body is a vessel for memory, and that memory is a form of sustenance, a slow-burning fuel that keeps the soul from collapsing into the cold void of non-existence. This belief was not born of philosophy, though it wore the language of philosophy in my lectures at the university, but of a quiet, persistent hunger that resided in the marrow of my bones, a hunger...
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