The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

You wake in the blue, pre-dawn silence of the house, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and the faint, metallic tang of old blood. The dream you have just shed from your body is a heavy, viscous thing, a tapestry woven from the threads of your own guilt. In the dream, you are not you, but a vessel, a hollowed-out chalice filled with the dark, swirling waters of a crime you cannot name....

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