The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain does not fall so much as it strikes, a relentless, grey hammering against the corrugated tin roof of the shop that shakes the very bones of the building, and you stand there, soaked to the skin, your hands bleeding from the iron bars you have been wrestling with, because you know, with a certainty that feels like a physical weight in your chest, that if you do not open this door right...

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