The Pale Door
The first thing that struck us was not the sound of the breaking glass, but the sudden, violent absence of the light in the faculty office, a darkness so absolute it felt less like a shadow and more like a physical weight pressing against my eardrums, sealing the room in a vacuum of suspended breath. I stood frozen in the doorway, my hand still gripping the doorknob, my fingers white with the...
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