The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The door was pale, pale as the bone of a dead horse, and it stood alone in a field of grey mist. Edmund knew the wood grain, the slight warp in the upper left corner, the iron hinge that groaned like a dying man. He reached for the handle, his fingers cold and numb, but before his skin touched the metal, the door vanished. He woke with a gasp, the taste of iron in his mouth, to find the cellar...

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