The Pale Door
The champagne tasted like copper and regret, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat as I raised my glass to the faculty. I stood at the center of the departmental gala, the warm light of the chandeliers reflecting off the crystal, while my left hand trembled violently beneath the tablecloth. I was accepting the Chair’s award for Lifetime Achievement in Entomology, a hollow trophy...
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