The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The fever broke at dawn. It had been three days. Three days of heat and trembling. Three days in the dark, in the small bedroom that smelled of damp wool and old wood. Mara lay still. She did not dream. She did not sleep. She watched the light change. It came through the gap in the curtains. It was thin. It was white. It was the color of bone. Her mother sat in the chair by the bed. Margaret...

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