The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The winter had been counting its hours against the walls of Aethelgard for three weeks, and the sound was no longer the wind but a low, wet grinding, like stone chewing on stone. You woke with the taste of chalk in your mouth, the recurring dream still clinging to your eyelids: your body was a white porcelain vessel, hairline cracks spidering from the sternum out to the limbs, leaking a pale,...

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