The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The door was not wood. It was bone. It stood in the center of the white room. No walls. No floor. Just the void and the threshold. Elias stood before it. He was a scholar of dead languages. A man of dust and silence. He had spent thirty years in the archives. Thirty years listening to the dead whisper. Now he was here. In the between. He did not know how he had arrived. He only knew he was...

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