The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The coat is torn. It happens in the dream first. You are standing in a corridor of white tile. The light is humming. It is a low, electric hum. It vibrates in your teeth. You look down. The wool is shredded. The left sleeve is a ruin. Threadbare. Thin. You can see the skin beneath. Pale. Shivering. You are Sergeant Elias Thorne. You have worn this coat for twenty years. It is not a coat. It is...

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