The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The seal was wet. Elias saw it in the dream. A mark of red wax on parchment. The color was not blood. It was rust. Old iron. He woke before the dream could end. The air in the room was cold. It bit his skin. He did not move. He lay still. His body was heavy. Stone heavy. He was far from home. The city was gray. The streets were wet. The rain did not stop. It had not stopped for three days. The...

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