The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

"You're late." The voice is cold. It cuts through the noise of the city. You stand in the doorway. Your hand is on the knob. The brass is warm. It burns your skin. You do not let go. You should not be here. You know this. You have known this for years. The door is painted pale blue. The paint is peeling. Flakes of color curl away like dead skin. You look at the wood beneath. It is dark. Wet....

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