The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The door was pale. It was the only pale thing in the alley. You stood before it, the rain soaking through your thin coat, the cold biting into your bones like a rat gnawing on wood. You had come a long way to reach this spot. The city was a maze of shadows and stone, but here, in the dead end, the world stopped. The door waited. It did not move. It did not breathe. It just was. You remembered...

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