The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The bread is warm. You break it with your fingers. The crust cracks. It smells of yeast and smoke. You are in the kitchen. The room is stone. The light is grey. You eat. You do not taste it. It is fuel. It is silence. You are Margaret. You are the baker’s daughter. You are the one who cannot speak. They say you are mute. They say you are broken. You watch them from the doorway. They point. They...

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