The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The frost on the glass was not merely a film of ice but a thick, opaque crust that had grown over the windowpane during the long, silent hours of the night, and it was this barrier that you pressed your thumb against, feeling the cold bite into the skin until the pain sharpened your awareness of the room, of the damp smell of peat and old wool, and of the single, flickering tallow candle that...

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