The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

You are standing in the center of a room that smells of wet wool and ozone. The air is thick, heavy with the scent of rain that has just stopped beating against the single, tall window. Outside, the city is a smear of grey and neon, a blur of moving lights and silent engines. You are a man who builds things. Not with code, but with hands. You are a restorer of antique clocks, a trade that has...

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