The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The oak door stood in the center of the chapel, its wood pale as bone, and it did not reflect my face. It showed me my heart, a dark and failing thing, beating in a rhythm that was already slowing. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and I have spent my life listening to the silence between breaths, but the silence inside this wood was a weight that pressed against my ribs. Silas, the...

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