The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

You wake in a dream where the air tastes of iron and old rain, and the ground beneath your boots is not the soft loam of the valley you have walked through for three days but the hard, unyielding stone of a floor that stretches out into a darkness so profound it seems to have weight, pressing against your eyes until the light that filters down from the single, high-set window is the only thing...

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