The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

You are holding the key. It is heavy. It is cold. It is not your key. The Hall of Records is vast. The air is still. It smells of dust and old paper. You are the lowest clerk in the lowest office. Your name is Thomas. You are invisible. You are safe. You are wrong. The Master calls you. His voice is dry. Like leaves. "Thomas. You are here." "Yes, sir." "Bring the seal. The pale one. The one...

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