The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

You stand at the edge of the muddy road, your boots sinking into the wet earth with a soft, sucking sound that seems too loud in the silence. The rain has stopped, but the air still tastes of iron and damp straw. You are here because you were told to be here. The order came down from the Captain, a man whose voice was as dry as old parchment, who pointed a trembling finger at the map and said,...

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