The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain did not fall so much as it was forced down, a grey curtain slamming against the glass of the warehouse. Inside, the air tasted of wet cardboard and stale sweat. Thomas stood at the end of the conveyor belt, his hands blistered and raw, the skin splitting at the knuckles. He watched the boxes slide past. One, two, three. The rhythm was a hammer on his skull. It was the only sound he...

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