The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

I woke in a trench. The mud was cold. It seeped into my bones. I am a soldier. Or I was. The time is blurred. The war is old. I am alone. I hold a ring. It is silver. It is thin. It is cold. I do not remember my name. I remember the ring. I remember the hand that wore it. Eleanor. Her name is a stone in my mouth. I swallow it. It hurts. I stand up. My legs shake. The trench is empty. No men. No...

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