The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The door was pale. It stood alone in the center of the grey field. No hinges. No handle. Just wood. Elias stared at it. He did not move. He waited. The sky was the color of wet ash. It hung low. It pressed down. He was a soldier. Or he had been. The uniform was gone. The rank was gone. Only the door remained. It did not rot. It did not fade. It stayed. Always. Elias took a step. His boot sank...

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