The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The iron gate groaned open like a dying throat, admitting the first of the frost into the valley where the King’s Law held sway over the breath of every living thing, and I stood there in the mud of my own making, feeling the cold seep not just into my boots but into the marrow of my bones, a sensation that was as much spiritual as it was physical, for I knew with a certainty that had no name...

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