The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The road did not end. It simply thinned, stretching out into a fog that tasted of copper and old rain. Thomas Ashworth walked with the heavy, rhythmic tread of a man who had forgotten how to stop. His boots, caked in mud that had turned to stone, struck the earth with a sound like knuckles on a table. He was a soldier, or had been, before the world folded in on itself and the uniforms lost...

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