The Pale Door
The frost came in a single night, biting the skin of the world until it cracked. You woke in the cart, the wood groaning under the weight of the ice, and knew the journey was over. Not because the road ended, but because your hands no longer remembered how to hold the reins. You were Elias, though the names had changed a dozen times since you left the coast, and you were the vessel. You were...
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