The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The blood from the split in his lip tasted of copper and old dust, a metallic tang that coated the back of Wren’s throat and made his eyes water as he pressed his forearm against the rotting wood of the door frame. It was a heavy sound, the clash of iron and bone, echoing in the confined, airless corridor where the light had long since failed, leaving them in a gray, suffocating half-dawn that...

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