The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The debt was four hundred pounds, and the oak tree was worth more than the village in a good year. Elian stood in the mud, his boots squelching with every shift of weight. The Pale Door loomed before him, its bark the color of old bone, its branches reaching into a sky so thick with mist it looked like wet wool. He was twelve years old, thin as a rail, with hands that were already too large for...

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