The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The dream was always the same, a recurring loop of dust and silence. Elias stood in the center of a vast, white room, the air thick with the smell of old paper and ozone. In his hand, he held a ledger, its pages blank, waiting to be filled with names that did not exist. He turned to leave, but the door behind him was gone, replaced by a wall of solid, unyielding stone. He woke with a gasp, the...

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