The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

You begin in a dream where the air is thick with the scent of coal dust and wet wool. It is a cold, gray morning, the kind that settles into the bones and refuses to leave. You are standing in the corridor of the Halloway Textile Mill, a vast, industrial cathedral of iron and glass where the looms sing a low, continuous drone that vibrates in your teeth. The floor is sticky with the residue of...

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