The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The storm broke the window not with a bang, but with a slow, agonizing shudder, as if the glass were a living thing surrendering to the cold. I stood in the center of the parlor, the air thick with the scent of wet rot and old paper, watching the shards fall like snow against the dark floorboards. Outside, the wind howled a low, mournful hymn that seemed to come from the earth itself. It was...

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