The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The hall is thick with the smell of roasted pheasant and spilled wine, a cloying sweetness that sits heavy in the air, masking the metallic tang of the blood that has seeped from your wrist. You stand by the long oak table, your hand resting on the hilt of your sword, the leather grip worn smooth by decades of service, while the guests of Lord Aldous laugh and eat, their voices rising in a...

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