The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The gate stands. It does not breathe. It does not yield. You stand before it, your armor cold against the damp air of the dream. The metal bites into your skin, a constant, dull ache that you have forgotten to fear. You are the Keeper of the Threshold. This is your title. This is your burden. You remember the world before. The smell of rain on cobblestones. The taste of bitter tea in a quiet...

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