The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The birch trees stood like sentinels of bone against the pewter sky, their white bark peeling in long, ragged strips that caught the wind and whispered of endings. I had watched them since childhood, from the porch of our farmhouse in the high country of Vermont, where the air was so thin it seemed to scrub the color from the world. Now, as I packed the last of my mother’s belongings into the...

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