The Pale Door

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2026-08-20 01:55:24 -

The Pale Door

The sky broke open. It was not rain. It was ash. Fine, white particulate matter. It fell upon the city of Aethelgard like a burial shroud. You stood on the battlements. The wind tasted of sulfur and old iron. Your armor was dented. Your sword was notched. You were the last of the High Guard. The others were gone. Swallowed by the earth or the air. You looked down. The streets below were empty....

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