The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain did not fall so much as it suspended itself, a gray curtain drawn tight against the windows of the municipal office where I had spent the last twelve years cataloging lost items. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Thursday; the days had begun to bleed into one another, a viscous stream of paperwork and silence. I remember the sound before I saw the source. It was a low, resonant thrumming,...

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