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The Pale Door

The door was the colour of a throat at dawn. Not white, not grey, not the pale blue of a vein pressed too hard against skin. It was the colour of something alive holding still, the colour of breath caught in a mouth that has forgotten what it wants to say. Arthur Pendelton stood before it on a Tuesday in November and could not remember if he had opened it before or if it had opened him. He was...

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