The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The banquet hall smelled of roasted goose and damp wool, a thick, cloying scent that hung in the air like a visible fog. I stood near the heavy oak pillars, my hand resting against the rough grain, feeling the vibration of the violins and the low hum of two hundred voices. It was the annual solstice gathering of the St. Jude’s Milling Company, a celebration of productivity that felt less like a...

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