The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The mist did not clear. It thickened. It pressed against the stone walls of the keep like a living thing, cold and damp and hungry. Inside the high tower, the air was still. It smelled of wet wool, old iron, and the sour sweat of fear. Elias stood by the window. The glass was thick, warped by the heat of the fires long since extinguished. Beyond it, the world was a gray smear. There was no sun....

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