The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The road was wet. The mud sucked at the hooves of the mule with a sound like wet cloth tearing. Elias pulled his collar up against the biting wind. The fog sat low, a gray shroud over the valley. He carried a crate. It was heavy. Inside, a bottle of ink. Black as a bruise. Black as the night before a storm. He walked for hours. The sun did not rise. It felt buried. The trees on either side were...

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