The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The fog clings to the cobblestones of Ashworth, a grey veil that swallows the gaslights whole. You walk. The rhythm of your boots against the wet stone is a metronome for a heart that has forgotten how to beat. You are an exile here, not by choice but by the invisible border that runs through the soul of the city. You carry a satchel, heavy with the weight of words. The words are your curse....

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