The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The hall is vast and smells of wet wool and ancient stone, a cavernous expanse where the air hangs heavy with the scent of roasting meat and the low, hum of a thousand whispered conversations that seem to vibrate against the inside of your skull like the wings of trapped moths. You stand at the edge of the banquet table, your hands clasped tightly together to hide the trembling that has taken...

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