The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The dream was always the same: the Great Oak, pale as bone, splitting down the center with a sound like a cannon shot. Elias Thorne woke with a gasp, the sweat cooling on his forehead in the drafty air of his cottage. He was thirty years old, a sergeant in the village guard, and he had only three days left before the winter solstice. If he completed his final patrol, his pension would be...

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