The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The door is white. It is the only white thing left. You stand before it, your boots heavy with mud and blood that is not yours. The air smells of ozone and wet wool. You do not look back. You cannot. If you look back, the weight of the years will crush your spine. You are Marnie. You are the bridge. You are the thing that crosses. Behind you, the sound of boots on gravel. They are close. Too...

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