The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The air in the town of Oakhaven tasted of copper and stale rain. You walked the main street with a head that felt too large for your neck, the weight of it a physical ache that radiated down your spine. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; the days had begun to bleed into one another, a grey smear of obligation and silence. You were a man who fixed things. Specifically, you restored old...

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