The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The dream was a corridor. It stretched long and narrow, lined with peeling wallpaper that looked like dried skin. Thomas walked it. He did not run. Running was for those who feared what lay at the end. Thomas did not fear. He waited. The floorboards creaked under his weight. Each step was a small, heavy thud. The air smelled of dust and old paper. It smelled of time left to rot. He woke in the...

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