The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The fire in the boiler room had been out for three hours, but the heat remained a physical weight, pressing against your ribs like a wet wool blanket. You sat on the cold iron grating, your hands bound with canvas rope, the coarse fibers biting into the skin of your wrists. The silence was not empty; it was heavy, filled with the tick of cooling metal and the distant, rhythmic thrum of the...

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