The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The ink had dried before the scream even finished leaving my throat, a viscous, black river that had crawled across the parchment of my resignation letter, sealing my fate in a silence so profound it felt like the pressure at the bottom of the ocean, where light is a memory and sound is a ghost. I sat in the center of the archive room, a space that smelled of decaying lignin and the metallic...

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