The Pale Door

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2026-08-20 01:19:10 -

The Pale Door

The mud sucked at Aldric’s boots like a hungry mouth. Rain slashed down, cold and sharp, mixing with the grime on his face. He gripped the handle of his axe. It was heavy. It was wet. It was the only thing he had left. The forest roared. Not with wind, but with a low, grinding hum that vibrated in his teeth. Trees twisted. Branches snapped like dry bone. Something moved in the dark. Something...

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