The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The dream began with the door. It was not a door of wood or iron, but a slab of pale marble, seamless and cold, set into the white wall of an infinite corridor. Thomas woke with the taste of chalk in his mouth. He lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling of his cramped office, the fluorescent lights buzzing their low, angry hymn. The city outside was waking up. The traffic below was a...

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