The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The foxglove had always grown in the shadow of the east wing, a silent, purple sentinel that Margaret Holloway tended with a devotion that bordered on the heretical. To the neighbors in the quiet, affluent suburb of Oakhaven, it was merely an invasive weed, a stubborn thing that refused to be pulled, much like Margaret herself. But to her, it was a mirror. Its spikes were the same jagged,...

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