The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the world outside our cottage into a blur of indistinguishable shades, and I sat in the kitchen, staring at the door that had no keyhole, listening to the silence that was not silence at all but a low, thrumming vibration in the floorboards. I am not what you would call a person, though I wear the skin of one, and...

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