The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

You wake to the sound of your own breathing. It is a wet, heavy sound, like a bell tolling in a deep well. You are not in your bed. You are on the cold stone floor of the chapel, the one that stands at the edge of the village, where the mist clings to the thatched roofs like a burial shroud. Your armor is gone. In its place, you wear only the tattered remains of a cloak, once purple, now the...

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