The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a pervasive, wet grayness that clung to the windows of the train car and seeped into the fabric of the seats, turning the journey into a slow, suffocating immersion in dampness. Eleanor sat with her hands folded in her lap, the knuckles white, the nails chipped and raw, as if she had been digging for something buried deep beneath the earth. Across...

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