The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

Giuseppe D'Angelo’s hands were already wet with the damp of the cellar as he pulled the last coffin plank into place, the wood groaning under the weight of a life he had not yet met. He was thirty-four, the coffin maker of the parish, and the scent of linseed oil and rotting oak hung so thick in the air that it coated the back of his throat, a physical barrier against the world outside. The...

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