The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The morning bell did not ring so much as it groaned, a low, metallic thrum that vibrated through the floorboards of the infirmary and settled deep in the marrow of your bones. You stood before the great copper still, the steam rising from its belly in a thick, white fog that smelled of boiled sage and old iron. This was the place where the body was broken down and reassembled, where the raw,...

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