The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The mud was the first thing to take my name. It swallowed the laces of my boots, then the ankles, then the dignity I had carried into this valley like a heavy, leaden stone. I am Thomas Bradshaw, and I am writing this from the edge of the world, where the rain falls not in drops but in sheets of gray silence, erasing the distinction between the living and the dead. We had come here to hold the...

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