The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

"Do you think it will hold?" The question hung in the grey air, unanswered. I stood at the edge of the Hollow, where the mist pooled thick as cream, obscuring the world I had left behind. My name was Elias, and I was twelve years old, though the number felt distant, a fact from a previous life. My father was dying. The Rot had taken his memory first, erasing his face, his name, his love for me,...

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