The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The bell did not ring. It screamed. A sound of tearing metal. A shriek that split the air in the high tower. You woke with a gasp. Your lungs burned. The air tasted of iron and old blood. You were in the cell. The stone was cold against your cheek. You knew the rules. You knew the price. The Order of the Silver Leaf did not forgive. It consumed. You sat up. Your wrists hurt. The chains were...

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