The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The air in the infirmary of Saint Jude’s Order was thick with the scent of boiled sage and old stone, a heavy, cloying atmosphere that pressed against the back of Elias’s throat. He stood by the window, his hands bound in leather straps that had long since worn smooth against his wrists, watching the rain streak the glass in long, weeping lines. Outside, the forest was a tangle of black...

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