The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The bell rang at dawn. It did not chime. It screamed. A low, ragged tear of bronze that split the grey sky over the city of Aethelgard. Silas woke with the taste of iron in his mouth. He was an old man. His bones were dry twigs inside his skin. He lived in the lowest cellar of the Wardens’ Spire. The walls wept condensation. The air smelled of rot and wet stone. He was a reader. Not of books....

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