The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

You are standing in a corridor that stretches out into a mist so thick it feels less like air and more like a physical substance, a heavy, wet wool pressed against your skin, stealing the breath from your lungs with a slow, suffocating tenderness. The walls on either side are not made of stone or plaster, but of a pale, translucent membrane, like the skin of a ripe fruit held up to the light,...

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