The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The mud on your boots is black and slick, mixed with the ash of the pyres that line the street, and you are dragging the body of a baker who died an hour ago before the rain even started to fall. You are Thomas, thirty years old, a watchman for the city, and your hands are raw from the leather straps you use to tie the limbs of the dead so they do not rise and claw at the living. The wind is...

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