The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The wind did not blow. It pushed. It shoved against the glass of the greenhouse until the panes groaned. "You are late," said the voice. It was not a sound. It was a pressure behind the eyes. Thomas turned. He did not look up. He kept his hands on the wheel. The car was red. It was new. It smelled of plastic and ozone. "Who are you?" he asked. The voice laughed. It sounded like dry leaves...

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