The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The parchment was thin, brittle at the edges, and smelled of the damp cellar where it had been kept for three years. I held the survey in my left hand, the brass compass in my right, and watched the ink bleed slightly where my thumb had pressed too hard. The document listed forty-two boundary markers along the northern ridge, each coordinate verified by triangulation from the old church spire....

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