The Pale Door
The rain stopped. You stood at the edge of the cliff. The wind was cold. It cut through your coat. You felt the dampness. It soaked into your skin. Your hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. You looked down. The fog was thick. It hid the sea. You could not see the bottom. You could not see the rocks. You could not see the water. You only saw the gray. The endless gray. You thought of her....
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