The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain strikes the tin roof of the mill. It is a rhythmic, metallic drumming. You count the beats. One, two, three. The rhythm is precise. It is the only order left in the world. You stand by the window. The glass is cold against your palm. Outside, the valley of Ashworth is gray. The smoke from the chimneys hangs low. It chokes the sky. It chokes the air. You breathe it in. You are not...

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