The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The iron gate groaned. It was a sound like a dying beast. Silas stood before it. His hands were bound. Ropes cut into his wrists. Blood seeped through the fibers. He did not look back. Behind him, the procession followed. They were silent. Dressed in grey. Faces hidden by hoods. The air smelled of sulfur. And old rain. The gate opened. Not by force. By breath. A gust of wind, cold and sharp,...

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