The Pale Door
The dream you had three nights ago is the only thing that matters now, though you will not admit it to yourself until the end. You are standing in the archives of the Department of Anomalous Personnel, a building that exists in a state of perpetual twilight, where the windows look out not onto the street but onto a grey, static fog that seems to breathe with a slow, tidal rhythm. You are the...
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