The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The iron gate groaned against the frost. It was a sound I knew in my bones, a metallic scream that matched the ache in my hip. I stood before it, my uniform pressed to a mirror sheen, the brass buttons catching the weak, pale light of the winter morning. The estate loomed above me, a fortress of stone and silence, its windows dark as old bruises. "Are you ready, Father?" The voice was small. It...

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