The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The ice cracks. You feel it before you hear it. A shudder in the marrow. The cold is not a temperature. It is a weight. It is a hand. It presses on your chest. You are on the ice. The sky is black. The wind is screaming. It is the old world. The world before the names. The world before the laws. You are a soldier. You wear the grey. The wool is soaked. It sticks to your skin. It bites. Your...

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