The Pale Door
Chapter One Lois Pell, forty-two, a border patrol sergeant, woke with the taste of salt on her lips and the knowledge that her knees were failing. It was the first real dark of autumn in Nova Scotia, a heaviness that pressed against the single window of her room in the squatters' camp, making the air feel thick and wet. She sat up, her hands trembling not from cold but from the sheer,...
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