The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The door in my dreams was always white, and it was always eroding, flakes of plaster drifting down like snow that never melted. I woke on the floor of the settlement house, the frost from the September night biting into my spine, and I knew with a certainty that felt like a physical blow that Elara was dying. She had the hollow cough, that rattle in the chest that sounded like dry leaves...

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