The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The fog was thick. It tasted of salt and iron. Elias walked. His boots sank into the wet heather. Every step was a struggle. The wind pulled at his coat. It was grey wool. It was heavy. It weighed him down. Like guilt. Like stone. He had walked for days. Or perhaps years. Time had blurred. The sun was a pale disc. It offered no warmth. Only light. A cold, clinical light. It illuminated the path...

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