The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The button came off. It fell. It hit the floor. It rolled. It stopped. I watched it. It was black. It was round. It was my father’s. It was from his coat. The great coat. The one that smelled of coal. And rain. And smoke. We were in the room. The small room. The attic room. The air was thick. It was heavy. It pressed against my lungs. My brother, Thomas, sat by the window. He coughed. A wet...

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