By IMERPUS RELUR
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He entered a corridor with no walls.
Only a single door.
Wooden.
Cracked.
Breathing.
He touched it.
> "There is no other side," the door whispered.
"Open me anyway."
He did.
And fell into the same place—
but without himself.
Only the version of him
that had never sinned.
It stared.
Silent.
Unforgiving.