The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The road was white with ash. Elias walked. His boots crunched against the dust. The sun was high. It offered no warmth. Only light. A cold, stark light. It bleached the world. It stripped the color from the trees. It turned the fields to gray bone. He carried his sword. It was long. It was heavy. The leather grip was worn smooth by sweat. By blood. By years of holding on. The blade did not...

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