The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the mud of the valley had turned into a soup that swallowed our boots up to the ankles. I stood at the edge of the quarry, watching the water swirl in the dark pool at the bottom, while the men argued behind me. My hands were shaking, not from the cold, though the air was biting enough to freeze the breath in a man’s lungs, but from the weight of the...

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