A door opened into a closed hallway.

The hallway was empty. Not too long, but not too short. Not clean, but not dirty. The door was the only remarkable thing about that hallway, and even then the door was fairly unremarkable.



The hallway wasn’t empty. Strands of hair. Dust from outside the hallway. A lone figure in the corner. The figure sits. They stay.

The hallway was full. The figure lies. The outside takes no notice. Silence fills the air. The figure stands. Moves to the door. Moves back to the corner. The figure sits, then stands. The figure has the courage to leave.

The hallway is empty.

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