The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The smoke from the bonfires hung low over the Wastes, a thick, yellowish haze that tasted of sulfur and old iron, and I walked through it with the heavy, rhythmic stride of a man who has forgotten how to breathe without counting his steps. I am Elias Thorne, a captain in the Border Guard, and for three years I have heard the screaming, a sound that does not come from the throat of any living...

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