The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The iron gates of the Citadel did not open so much as they exhaled a rusted groan into the fog, a sound that vibrated in the marrow of my bones and settled there like a cold stone, marking the precise moment when the old world ended and the strange, silent vigil began. I stood at the threshold of the Hall of Judgement, a place where the air was thick with the scent of damp wool, extinguished...

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