The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The dream was always the same, a loop of silver blood and white antlers, and Kaelen woke with the taste of iron in his mouth, the cold of the cell seeping into his bones with a persistence that felt less like temperature and more like a physical weight pressing against his sternum. He was thirty years old, a knight of the Pale Order, and he had not slept properly in a decade, but this morning...

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