The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a cold, gray mist that clung to the skin of the house like a second, wetter soul. Margaret stood by the window, her breath fogging the glass, watching the garden where the rose bushes had long since died, their thorns rusted and brittle, stripped of any beauty but the brutal, enduring architecture of pain. She was looking for the garden. Not the...

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