The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The dream began not with a sound, but with a smell, thick and cloying, like the air in a cellar where dried herbs hang in dark bundles and the dust has settled into a fine, golden powder that coats the tongue. Warden Silas Thorne opened his eyes to find the ceiling of his small stone chamber, the mortar between the flagstones cracked and weeping a faint, persistent dampness that smelled of old...

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