The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The frost was thick on the glass. I watched it bloom. White ferns. Silent trees. "Is it done?" The voice was dry. Scraping. Like a file on bone. I did not turn. I kept my eyes on the ice. It was beautiful. It was dead. "Yes." "Good." There was a click. The heavy oak door groaned. The air shifted. Cold rushed in. It smelled of wet stone and old iron. I knew the weight of the boots on the...

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