The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

You stand in the hall. The air is cold. It smells of dust and old paper. Your hands are at your sides. They are stiff. The fingers are pale. You look at them. They are part of you. They are all of you. You have forgotten your name. You remember the weight. The weight is in your bones. The door is closed. It is a pale door. It is the only thing you see. It is white. It is smooth. It looks like...

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