The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The dream did not end with waking, but with a smell. It was the thick, cloying scent of burnt sugar and rendered fat, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a physical weight. Aldous stood in the center of the great hall of the manor, the morning light pale and thin through the high, grimy windows. He was still in his armor, the steel cold against his skin, but the weight of the...

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