The Pale Door
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the world outside the stone walls of the estate into a smear of mud and indistinct shadows. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of roasted meat, spiced wine, and the heavy, cloying perfume of lilies that lined the long banquet table. You sat at the head of the table, not by right of birth, but by the quiet,...
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