The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The ice cracked. Not the sky. The world. Silas Vane stood in the center of the White Void, his boots sinking into snow that whispered with the voices of the dead. He was a sinner. He knew this. The weight of his transgression pressed against his sternum, a leaden stone in the architecture of his chest. But here, in this frozen purgatory, the sin had a shape. It had a texture. It was the cold....

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