The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

Elias woke. The door was pale. It stood at the end of the long hall, white as bone, white as the winter sky beyond the window. He stared at it. It did not move. It did not breathe. It was there. It had always been there. He rubbed his eyes. His hands trembled. The house was quiet. A cold silence. The kind that eats sound. He stood up. His knees cracked. He was old now. Or perhaps he was young...

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