The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The mist clung to the valley like a shroud. It was thick. It was cold. Elias stood at the gate. The wood was pale. The wood was old. He had walked for days. His boots were wet. His heart was dry. He was not a man of the land. He was a man of the law. Or he had been. Now he was a man of the road. The road led nowhere. Or so he thought. Behind him, the army marched. They carried banners. The...

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