The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The mirror was not glass. It was a slab of polished obsidian, cold to the touch and heavy as a grave. I stood before it in the basement of the house on Elm Street, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and old dust. My father’s hands trembled as he held the frame steady. We had moved this piece from his study three days ago, after the shelling had finally stopped. The silence outside was...

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