The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The mountain did not care if you were tired. It was a fact. A stone fact. Cold. Gray. Unmoved. Elias stood at the edge of the scree field. His boots crunched. The sound was sharp. It echoed. He looked up. The path ended. There was no path. Only rock. And wind. "Are you sure?" His brother, Silas, stood behind him. Silas was small. Thin. His face was pale. He held his pack tight. The straps cut...

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