The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

"You're late," he said. The voice was thin. It scratched against the wind. Mara stood at the edge of the cliff. Her shoes were muddy. The mud was black. It caked her ankles. It felt heavy. "Sorry," she said. She looked up. The sky was white. No sun. No clouds. Just a flat, blinding sheet of light. It hurt her eyes. "Did you bring it?" he asked. Mara touched her pocket. Her hand trembled. She...

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