The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

I woke with the taste of copper and wet stone in my mouth. The dream had been clear, sharper than memory allows. I was standing before a pale door. It stood alone in a field of white grass, under a sky so thin it looked like bruised parchment. I knew I had to open it. I knew that behind it lay the end of the war, or perhaps the beginning of my own death. But my hands would not move. They were...

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