The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The dream was not of fire, but of water, a cold, grey sheet that slid under the door of the cell and pooled around your ankles, dissolving the ink on the parchment before your eyes. You woke with the taste of chalk dust in your mouth, the dry grit of the scriptorium clinging to the inside of your lips. It was the third day of the month, and the rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless,...

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