The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The dream begins not with light, but with the sensation of a bone being slowly ground down by the relentless, rhythmic thrashing of a millstone that exists only in the architecture of your sleep, a grinding that has no sound but a pressure so profound it feels like the very marrow of your left forearm is being extracted and replaced with cold, wet sand, and you are standing in the kitchen of...

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