The Pale Door
The road to the High Keep was a ribbon of mud that wound through the grey mist, and on it walked Silas, his boots heavy with the silt of the valley below. He carried no sword, no shield, and no heraldry. He carried only a small, iron-bound box against his chest, a box that hummed with a low, rhythmic vibration, like a second heartbeat. Silas was not a man in the way the courtiers of the High...
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