The Pale Door

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2026-08-20 02:22:57 -

The Pale Door

The dream had no floor, only an endless, gray mist that smelled of wet wool and old iron, and in it stood a door, pale as a bone, set into nothingness. Walter Ashworth woke with the taste of that mist on his tongue, a metallic tang that clung to the back of his throat. He lay in the narrow bed of his workshop, the air thick with the scent of varnish and dried oak shavings, and he did not move....

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