The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The door was pale. It stood at the end of the long, narrow corridor, white as bone, white as the milk they drank in the morning, white as the sheets that had held her breath. Margaret knew the color before she opened her eyes. It was there, waiting. It did not blink. It did not fade. It simply was, a constant anchor in the shifting fog of her sleep. She woke to the sound of her own breathing,...

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