The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The hall smelled of roasted boar and wet wool. Candles guttered in the drafts that slipped under the heavy oak door, casting long, trembling shadows across the stone floor. Thomas sat at the far end of the table. He was twelve, small for his age, with hands that trembled slightly as he held his cup of ale. The air was thick with the noise of the feast. Lords and knights laughed, their voices...

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