The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The iron key was not merely a tool for entry; it was the skeletal architecture of my identity, a jagged extension of my will that had long since fused with the flesh of my hand. I stood at the threshold of the Abbey’s undercroft, the air thick with the scent of damp limestone and the metallic tang of old blood, and I felt the weight of the relic in my palm as I felt the pulse in my own veins....

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