The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The dream begins not with light, but with the taste of iron on a tongue that has forgotten how to speak. You are walking, and the ground beneath your boots is not earth but the packed, gray dust of a road that stretches infinitely into a fog so thick it feels solid against your skin. The air smells of wet wool and coal smoke, a scent that is both comforting and poisonous, the very atmosphere of...

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