The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The air in the basement tasted of wet copper and old dust. We sat in a circle. Twelve of us. The lights flickered. Low. Amber. Warm enough to hide the shadows. Cold enough to freeze the blood. I looked at my hands. They were steady. That was the lie. They were never steady. Not really. I am Elias Thorne. I was a doctor. Now I am a patient. Now I am a ghost. The walls were concrete. Smooth....

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