The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The birch tree outside the window grew an inch every hour. You watched the pale bark peel back like dead skin, the roots splitting the stone floor with a sound like cracking knuckles. It was November, 1912, and the air in the mill office was thick with the smell of wet iron and impending rot. You needed to secure the foundation before the winter freeze, but the earth itself was refusing to...

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