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CHAPTER 90 : THE DOOR OF BRIGHT SILENCE
Author: Olugbengapens
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Frank stepped toward the door of white light, chest still heaving from the last fight. The corridor behind him pulsed once,like it was breathing,and then went still.

The door didn’t glow steadily. It throbbed. Like a heart. Frank wiped dust and blood from his brow. “Alright,”

he muttered. “What’s behind you? Another version of me? Something worse?”

The door answered by shifting,its surface rippling like liquid light. Frank tried the handle. There was none. He touched the surface, and his fingers sank straight through.

He jerked back. “What the,?”

A faint voice murmured from the other side. “ come in ”

Frank stiffened. “Elara?”

The voice didn’t respond. He inhaled sharply, rolled his shoulders, and stepped forward. The white light swallowed him whole. It was silent. Too silent.

Frank blinked. A flat, endless plain. White ground. White sky. No horizon. No shadows. It felt like standing inside someone’s memory of a world,not the world itself.

Frank muttered, “Great. A blank loading
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