The Pale Door
You wake up in the dark. The air is cold and tastes of dust and old paper. You are in a room you do not recognize. The walls are bare stone, gray and damp. A single window lets in a thin slice of moonlight. It cuts across the floor like a blade. You are young. You are small. You are afraid. The door is pale. It stands at the end of the room. It is closed. You know you must open it. You have...
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