The Pale Door

added blog Literature

2026-08-21 01:21:49 -

The Pale Door

The frost snaps the ice. It shatters. You hear it. A clear, high note. Then silence. You are old. Your bones ache. The cold is a living thing. It bites. It eats. You stand in the hall. The stones are grey. The air is thin. You are a sinner. You know this. You have always known it. The mirror is broken. Shards of glass. They lie on the floor. You look. You do not see a face. You see only the...

0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews