The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain was not falling; it was being forced into the earth by a pressure that felt less like weather and more like a siege. I stood at the edge of the precipice, the mud sucking at my boots with a wet, viscous pull that threatened to drag me down into the black slurry below. In my right hand, I held the fragment. It was not a whole thing, but a shard, a piece of the original whole that had...

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