The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The draft in the room was not like the wind that rattled the sash windows of the coal town, but a cold that seemed to have weight, a physical pressure that settled against the skin like wet wool. You sat at the table, the needle trembling in your fingers, the half-finished coat spread before you like a shroud. It was the work of your sister, dead these five years, and the fabric held the shape...

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