The camera performs an extremely slow, almost imperceptible push-in toward the center of the closed double doors. Dust motes dance in a single, sharp shaft of light cutting through the dim lobby. The red ink of the stamp appears to darken and settle into the paper fibers. The sense of finality is heavy and still. Off-screen voiceover (all characters have their mouths closed, no one is speaking...
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