The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The door stood at the end of the corridor like a wound in the fabric of the world, pale as bone and silent as a held breath. It was not a door of wood, nor of iron, but of some smooth, unnameable substance that seemed to absorb the dim, violet light of the cavernous hall. It was the only thing in the ruins that had not yet succumbed to the slow, grey rot that consumed the stone and the mortar...

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