The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The table groaned under the weight of it. I remember the smell first. Roast beef. Gravy. The sharp, clean scent of lemon zest mixed with the heavy, cloying sweetness of the plum sauce. It was a feast. It was supposed to be a celebration. My father had invited the neighbors, the elders, the men who decided things in the village. They sat in a semicircle, their faces illuminated by the gas lamps...

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