The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The bell tolled. Three times. Heavy. Miles woke. Sweat. He sat up. The room was stone. Cold. Damp. He knew the cold. He knew the damp. He did not know the time. He looked at his hands. They were shaking. Fine tremors. Like leaves in a gale. "Get up," he said. His voice was a croak. Dust. He coughed. The sound echoed. It hit the walls. It came back to him. Sharp. It was a corridor. Narrow. Dark....

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