The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The iron gate groans, a sound like a dying whale surfacing, and you are already bleeding. You do not remember how you arrived here, in this place that smells of wet slate and ozone. The sky above is not a sky but a bruised expanse of swirling gray, churning with a static that crackles against your skin. You are a soldier, or you were. The uniform you wear is torn, the wool soaked through with a...

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