Public Excerpt
The Door Inside the Dream Prologue — The Word in the Dark Min first believed the dream was nothing more than exhaustion. People dreamed strange things when they were tired. The mind gathered fragments from the day—faces in elevators, unfinished emails, the blue glare of a computer screen, the sound of rain against a window—and rearranged them into impossible shapes. That was all, he told himself. A dream was only the…