The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain tapped against the glass. It was a rhythmic, insistent sound. Like a clock. Or a heartbeat. Elias sat in his study. The room was cold. The fire had died. He stared at the wall. A single door. Pale wood. Unpainted. It stood closed. It had been there for months. Or years. Time was difficult. In a room with no windows, time is a liquid. It pools. It stagnates. Elias was a man of words. He...

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