The Pale Door
The mist did not merely obscure the path of the ancient, winding road that cut through the highlands of the Scottish border; it swallowed it, erasing the distinction between the earth and the sky, between the present moment and the infinite, crushing weight of the past, until the world was reduced to a single, trembling point of light held in the palm of a dying god, and Eleanor stood there,...
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