The Pale Door
The letter from the Board of Directors lay on my desk, its seal unbroken, the paper thick and cream-colored, weighing exactly as much as the guilt I had been carrying for the last three years. I did not open it immediately; instead, I watched the dust motes swirl in the shaft of afternoon light that cut across the archive floor, each particle suspended in a silence so heavy it pressed against...
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