The Pale Door
Chapter One "You are late," the voice said, not from a person, but from the cold air itself. Astrid Nystrom woke to the sound of the night bus changing gears outside her window, a low, grinding whine that shook the dust from the ceiling beams. The dream was already fading, leaving only the image of a pale door, standing alone in a field of standing stones, its wood pale as bone. She sat up, her...
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