The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain on the windshield of the sedan is a rhythmic static, a white noise that drowns out the engine, the city, and the self. You are driving. You have been driving for three days, or perhaps it has been three years. The timeline is a fluid thing here, in this liminal space between the hospital wing and the world. Your hands grip the leather wheel with a professional tightness, the kind that...

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