The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The mist did not merely obscure the road; it swallowed the very concept of forward motion, reducing the world to a damp, gray membrane that pressed against the skin of my lungs with the quiet, persistent weight of a funeral shroud. I stood at the edge of the chasm, where the old iron bridge had been severed by the autumn floods, the metal groaning under the strain of the wind that howled...

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