The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the mud of the valley road clung to my boots like wet, heavy clay that seemed determined to pull me down into the earth itself, a thick, sucking resistance that mirrored the growing weight of my own guilt as I trudged forward toward the village of Oakhaven, where the air smelled of rotting leaves and old stone, and where I knew that the silence...

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