The Pale Door
The road stretches out before you, a pale ribbon of gravel and crushed stone that seems to dissolve into the white mist of the valley floor, and you walk it with a heavy, deliberate pace because your legs are not quite right, not in the way that the others’ are, for you are not entirely of this flesh and blood, but something older, something that has learned to wear a human shape like a...
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