The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain fell upon the heath not as water but as a grey, suffocating shroud, blurring the line between the earth and the sky until the world was nothing but a wet, shivering expanse of moss and stone where Sir Alistair Thorne walked with his sword unsheathed, the blade humming a low, dissonant note against the damp air, for he was a man who had spent twenty years guarding the threshold of the...

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