The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The chandelier hung low, a cage of crystal and gold. It trembled. A single bead of sweat rolled down Elias’s temple. He was twelve. He held the silver tray with both hands. His knuckles were white. The air in the Hall of State was thick. It smelled of wax and old money. It smelled of fear. Elias moved. He stepped over a rug. The rug was red. It was worn thin. He walked toward the long table....

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