The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The map is not in your pocket, but it is in your blood, and it is bleeding. You are walking, and the walking has become a kind of prayer, a rhythmic thumping of your heart against the ribs that houses the secret. The landscape is a blur of grey mud and white sky, the kind of winter that does not freeze solid but simply saturates, soaking the earth until it becomes a sponge for sorrow. You are a...

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