The Pale Door
The sky cracked open over the city of Vane at midnight, not with rain, but with a silence so absolute it felt like a physical weight pressing against your eardrums. You stood on the balcony of the apartment you had shared with Elara for the last three years, the air thick with the scent of ozone and crushed lilies, watching the horizon dissolve into a bruised purple haze. You were an immigrant...
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