The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The banquet hall smelled of roasted venison and stale wine. It was a feast for the eyes, if not for the belly. Long trestle tables groaned under the weight of pewter platters and clay bowls. Men in roughspun tunics sat shoulder to shoulder. Their faces were gaunt, carved by wind and hunger. The air was thick with smoke from the central hearth. It clung to their beards and their eyes. At the...

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