The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the black soil of the valley into a slurry of mud and rot, and I sat in the back of the surveying cart, my hands wrapped around a tin cup of cold tea, listening to the rhythmic thud of the wheels against the ruts, knowing with a cold, clinical certainty that my heart was failing, a slow leak in the machinery of my...

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