The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The gate was not wood. It was bone. "Open it," said the Lord. His voice was dry. Like leaves in a winter wind. Sir Aldric stood. He did not look up. His hands were steady. His sword, Iron Heart, hummed. A low, sick note. The air tasted of ozone and old blood. "The key is in the lock," Aldric said. "The key is in your hand." Aldric looked up. His eyes were gray. Like river stones. The Lord,...

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