The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The forest did not rot. It calcified. Marek walked through the white ash. The air tasted of iron and old paper. His boots crunched on the brittle leaves, a sound like breaking teeth. He was the Warden. He held the ledger. The ledger was heavy. It bound his wrists to his sides with chains of woven vine. He could not open his hands. He could not look away from the page. The page was blank. It had...

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