The Pale Door
The frost had settled upon the blackened timber of the old mill like a shroud of pulverized bone, and in the silence that followed the final, shuddering crack of the main beam, I realized that the beast we had hunted for so long was not a thing of shadow or malice, but a creature of pure, unadulterated entropy that had been waiting in the rafters to consume us, and as the dust motes danced in...
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