The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The door was white. Not the bright, aggressive white of fresh paint, but the sickly, chalky pale of bone left too long in the sun. It stood at the end of the long, dust-choked hallway of the Whitmore estate, a slab of wood that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it. I had walked toward it for three days. Or perhaps three years. Time had become a slippery thing in these halls,...

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