The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The iron gates of the university loomed behind me like a closing jaw, their black ironwork slick with the November rain that had been falling for three days straight, and I stood on the platform, my breath misting in the cold air, clutching a letter of dismissal that felt heavier than the stone walls I had spent ten years studying. The train had not yet departed, but the stationmaster was...

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