The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The train does not stop so much as it exhales, a long, shuddering breath of coal smoke and wet wool that settles over the platform of Blackwood Station like a shroud, and you stand there, gripping the strap of your leather satchel with a whiteness in your knuckles that suggests not fear but a desperate need for something solid to hold onto in a world that has suddenly become as insubstantial as...

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