The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

I wake with the taste of iron in my mouth. The dream is still there, thick and black, clinging to the back of my throat. I am standing in a field of pale oak trees, and the wind is screaming through the branches like a dying man. I reach for a tree, and it bleeds. Not sap. Blood. Hot and dark. I pull my hand back, shaking, and the dream dissolves into the grey light of my workshop. My hands are...

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