The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The door was pale. It stood in the hallway. It was white. I sat. I waited. The clock ticked. One. Two. Three. I looked at my hands. They were still. "Hello, Mr. Vance." I looked up. David stood there. He held a file. "It is time," he said. "I know." "Are you ready?" "I think so." He smiled. It was thin. "Come with me." I stood. My knees popped. We walked. The carpet was gray. It swallowed our...

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