The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The door was white. It was a flat, stark rectangle of painted wood in the hallway of the house. It had always been there. Marcus knew this. He had walked past it a thousand times since his daughter, Elara, was born in that very room. The house smelled of old dust and the sharp, metallic tang of the blood that had dried on the floor three days ago. The blood was his. Or it was hers. It was hard...

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