The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The road to the Citadel of Iron was long and red. I walked it with a limp that had become my second skin. My name is Thomas Bradshaw. I was a Guard of the Outer Ring. My task was simple. I was to keep the gate closed. The gate was pale. It was made of bone-white stone. It was the only pale thing in the red landscape. I had been walking for three days. My boots were worn thin. The leather...

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