The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The dream does not begin with a sound, but with a pressure behind the eyes, a dull ache that tastes of copper and old rain. You are standing in a cathedral that has no roof, only a ceiling of churning grey clouds that press down like wet wool. The air is thick, saturated with the ozone scent of a storm that has been building for centuries. You know this place. You have mapped its geometries in...

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