The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain hammered the roof. Elias stood by the window. He watched the water fall. It was a thin sheet. Grey and cold. The room was small. Dark. His wife, Mara, sat in the chair. She did not move. Her hands rested on her lap. White knuckles. Tight. "You are leaving," she said. It was not a question. Elias looked at her. Her eyes were dry. Empty. "I am," he said. His voice was low. A rough...

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