The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The hall smelled of burnt sage and old wine, a cloying, heavy scent that hung in the stagnant air like a shroud, and we sat at the long oak table in the community center in rural Appalachia, the fluorescent lights humming a low, electric drone that seemed to vibrate directly into the marrow of our bones. I was not supposed to be there, or rather, I was supposed to be a ghost, a whisper in the...

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