The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The iron gate of the Blackwood Estate does not creak; it grinds. It is a sound like a bone snapping under a heavy boot, a visceral, wet tear in the fabric of the quiet morning. You stand before it, your uniform pressed flat against your ribs, the wool damp with the mist that rises from the valley floor. The air tastes of coal smoke and wet stone, the distinct metallic tang of an industrial age...

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