The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The door sticks. You pull. It does not move. You push. It does not yield. The wood is cold. It smells of wet earth and old dust. You are inside. You have always been inside. The room is small. Square. Four walls. One window. The glass is clouded. You cannot see out. You do not try to see out. You look at the wall. There is a line. A thin, white line running from the floor to the ceiling. It is...

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