The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

“Stop it.” The voice was rough. Like gravel in a tin cup. Marek stopped. He looked at the door. It was white. Very white. In the dark, it glowed. “Did you see it?” he asked. The old man shook his head. His name was Elias. He was a traitor. He had sold the town’s secrets to the fog. Now he was here. In the cellar. With Marek. And the door. Marek was a soldier. Or he had been. Before the sickness...

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