The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The sky above the foundry did not darken so much as it bruised, a deep, arterial purple that bled into the iron-oxidized haze hanging low over the city of Oakhaven. In the heart of the district, where the air tasted of copper and old rain, stood the Gate of Silas, a towering arch of blackened steel that had not opened in forty years. It was not a gate in the traditional sense, nor a door, but a...

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