The Pale Door
Greer Gunn remembered the cold long before he remembered the pain, a deep, structural chill that settled in the marrow of his knees and the base of his skull, the kind that only comes from lying too long in a place where the heat has been bled out by the wind. He had stood before the Pale Door, that vast slab of pale stone set into the cliff face above the reclamation yard, and he had known,...
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