The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The old man dreamed of the beetles. They were not the common, dull insects of the soil, but vast, iridescent things, their carapaces shimmering with a light that seemed to emanate from within the chitin itself, a pale, ghostly luminescence that pulsed in time with the slow, heavy beat of his own heart. He stood in a field of withered wheat that stretched out into a horizon made of smoke and...

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