This door is a door.
Yes.
I do not know what is beyond this door.
But you will.
The Others
Here.
But this is not a place
of burning candles and white cloth.
No.
Gray robes
Not white.
Red robes.
Not white.
Standing between She and He,
While the Others watch.
I am not the one.
Which one?
He is dead.
Did I know this one?
No.
He is dead.
The other door.
The door that is a door.
A room of benches, mud, no light.
A strong smell.
Why?
People die here.
Why?
Because this is a room
for dying.
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