The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The iron gate groaned. It was a sound like a bone snapping deep in the earth. Elara pressed her back against the cold stone of the keep’s outer wall. Her hand was full of blood. Not hers. It was the blood of the thing that had been hanging from the branch of the yew tree. The thing was gone now. Only the rope remained. It swung in the wind. She was the inquisitor. She wore the grey cloak of the...

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