The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The roof went first. Then the wall. Then the silence. Wesley stood in the yard. Dust coated his tongue. It tasted of copper and old rain. The house was gone. Just a stump. Just a hole in the earth. He did not run. He did not scream. He looked at the sky. The sky was white. It was empty. He had built it. He had built it with his hands. Brick by brick. Mortar by mortar. It was his life’s work. It...

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