The Pale Door
The iron clank was the first thing I heard, not the scream, but the heavy, dull thud of the gate bars being dragged across the stone floor, a sound that vibrated up through the soles of my boots and settled in my teeth. I stood in the center of the courtyard, the mud cold and sucking at my heels, while the rain fell in sheets so thick they blurred the world into a grey smear. Captain Aldous...
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