The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The dream always began with the sound of scratching, a dry, rhythmic scraping against the back of my skull, and then I was standing before the Pale Door, that towering slab of white stone that seemed to drink the light of the frozen sky. I woke with my throat constricted, the phantom taste of ash still coating my tongue, and I knew with a certainty that chilled my blood that Mara was still...

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