The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The feast was a lie. It hung in the air. It tasted of iron. We ate the rot. We drank the dust. The town called it a miracle. I called it a cage. The light was pale. It pressed against the glass. It felt like a hand. It wanted in. It wanted out. It wanted us. My name is Elias. I am not a man. I am a shadow. I am a debt. I have been here for years. The years have no weight. They have no end. They...

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