The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue. The air was thick. It smelled of coal dust and wet wool. I lay on a floor of slate. Cold seeped into my bones. A bell rang. Far away. It sounded like a dying animal. I sat up. My body felt heavy. Wrong. I looked at my hands. They were caked in grey grime. My fingers were stained black to the second knuckle. I flexed them. They cracked. Where was I?...

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