The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

We were drunk on the wine of the old world, that thick, purple liquid that tasted of iron and dust, and we laughed until our ribs ached because we had forgotten, for one shining, terrible night, that we were already dead men walking in the body of the living. The hall was not a hall at all, but a cavern of stone and smoke, lit by a hundred tallow candles that trembled like living things, and...

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