The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The forest does not have a scent; it has a weight. It presses against the back of your neck, a damp, heavy cloth that smells of rotting oak and centuries of accumulated silence. You are walking, or perhaps you are being carried by the current of the air, toward a structure that should not exist in this place of gnarled roots and pale, fungal mist. It is a door. Standing alone in the clearing,...

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