The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The soup was lukewarm, a thick, opaque sludge of potato and bone marrow that had been sitting on the stove for so long it had developed a skin of grease, and I stared into its gray surface with a horror that felt less like disgust and more like the recognition of a face I had known for a lifetime, a face that looked back at me with eyes that were not my own, while Margaret stood by the window,...

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