The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The banquet hall is cold. It is not the cold of winter, but the cold of a machine that has stopped. The air smells of ozone and old copper. You sit at the end of a long table made of polished mahogany, but the wood is grainless, like plastic. Around you, the guests do not eat. They watch. Their faces are pale, stretched thin over their skulls. They are your colleagues. Your students. The ones...

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