The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The air in the dream was not air. It was thick, viscous, and tasted of copper and old rain. Elias stood in the middle of a field that stretched to a horizon which did not exist in any geography he had ever studied. The grass here was not green but a pale, bone-white color, swaying in a wind that smelled of ozone. He was a sergeant in the Royal Guard, or perhaps he had been, for the uniform he...

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