The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The road was white. Snow. Not the soft, forgiving kind that muffles the world in a quilt of silence. This was a hard, crystalline frost. It bit. It froze the breath in the throat. It turned the air into a thousand sharp needles. Elias walked. His boots sank. The cold was a living thing. It coiled around his ankles. It climbed his shins. It sought the heat of his blood. He did not stop. To stop...

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