The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, suspended curtain that turned the neon lights of the city into bleeding wounds on the wet asphalt. You stood at the edge of the platform, the cold seeping through the soles of your boots, watching the train pull away with a sigh that sounded disturbingly like a human breath. It was the end of the shift, but it was also the end of...

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