The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The mud sucked at my boots. It was cold. I pulled free. I marched. The rain fell in sheets. Gray. Endless. I am Thomas Bradshaw. I was a captain. Now I am a number. My number is 409. The hall smelled of wet wool and iron. We stood in rows. Hands bound. Heads down. The guard spat on the floor. He kicked my shin. "Move," he said. I moved. My knees ached. I had walked for days. My pack was gone....

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