The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The chain was heavy. It lay on the stone floor. Cold. Rusted. A single link was broken. The end hung low. It swayed. A slow pendulum. Time measured in iron. Edward stood still. His hands trembled. Not from cold. From fear. The hall was vast. Shadows pooled in the corners. Like oil. Like blood. He looked at the door. White. Pale. Unmarked. It stood open. A mouth. Waiting. To swallow. He was a...

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