The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The iron gates of the fortress, heavy with the rust of a century and the grime of a thousand winters, stand before you like a tomb that has refused to close, and you stand at the threshold with your hand resting on the hilt of a pistol that feels less like a weapon and more like a cold, dead weight against your hip, while the air inside is thick with the smell of wet wool, stale tobacco, and...

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