The Pale Door
The roof collapsed. Dust choked the air. Thomas stood. He was a captain. His uniform was torn. His hands bled. The house was his father’s house. It was also a checkpoint. It was a cage. The war had come to the valley. It had come to the door. He walked through the ruin. The floor was splintered wood. Glass crunched under his boots. He knew the layout. He had grown up there. He knew which beams...
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