The Pale Door

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2026-08-19 12:00:38 -

The Pale Door

The door was pale. Not white, but the color of old ash. It stood alone in the yard, propped against the stone wall by my father’s workshop. I had carried it there. My shoulders burned. The wood was heavy. It was wet with rain. I left it. I walked back to the house. The rain stopped. The sky was grey. It was quiet. No birds sang. The wind died down. I sat by the window. I watched the door. It...

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