The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The fog did not smell of rain. It smelled of wet ash and old iron, a scent that clung to the back of your throat and refused to leave. You stood before the Pale Door, the massive slab of white stone that dominated the center of Oram’s central plaza. It was a relic, the elders said, a sacred boundary. You knew it was a wound. Two years had passed since Julian had walked into that mist and never...

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