The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the mud on the road to the valley floor had turned into a thick, sucking paste that clawed at your boots with every step. You felt the weight of the iron collar around your neck, a cold, unyielding circle of metal that smelled of rust and old blood, and you knew that the men behind you were waiting for you to fail, waiting for the moment your legs...

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