The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the mud of the King’s Road into a slurry that sucked at the boots of the men marching north. Thomas held his shield arm steady, the wood of the ash beam dark and slick under his grip. It was a heavy thing, this shield. Not just the weight of the wood, but the weight of the history painted upon it, a faded blue field with a silver hand in the...

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