The Distant Nightmare

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"Open it." "Doctor, it is sealed." "Open it." My hands shook. They always shook now. The iron key was cold. It bit into the skin of my palm. The air in the hall was still. Dust motes danced in the single beam of light from the window. I looked at the door. It was black wood. Ancient. The grain was twisted like a rope. "Is it safe?" I asked. "Safe is a word for the living," the Doctor said. His...

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