The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The iron gate of the world was not locked. It was rusted. I stood before it. My hands were full of blood. Not mine. The red was thick and hot, clinging to my fingers like wet silk. I looked at the gate. It was a great slab of blackened metal, taller than a man, set into a wall of fog. Behind the fog, I heard the hum of the engines. The great, invisible engines that drove this place. They did...

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