Micro fiction

The Man at the Door

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The man stood at the entrance to the room. Inside, nothingness. Void, a wall of dark. No ceiling or floor, no sound.

He looked over his shoulder at the smiling face. It motioned him in.

He stepped inside, and fell.

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