The Pale Door
The wall fell inward with a sound like a thunderclap that never stopped. Dust choked the air, thick and gray, tasting of iron and old bone. You stood in the center of the ruin, your uniform torn, your breath ragged in your throat. The gate was gone. The barrier between the inside and the outside had ceased to exist in a single, violent instant. Behind you, the men were screaming. They clutched...
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