The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

Stay, or burn the city. The commander’s voice was flat, bureaucratic, stripped of all human warmth. He stood in the archive hall, his boots crunching on the gravel floor, and held out a torch. Behind him, the shelves groaned under the weight of ten thousand years of history. I held my father’s iron key in my pocket. It was cold, heavy, and real. The mist outside the Pale Gate was rising, eating...

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