The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The fire did not start with a spark, but with a sigh. It rose from the hearth in the great hall of Oakhaven Manor, a pale, trembling column that defied the physics of the world, turning the ancient oak beams into pillars of bone. I watched it climb, my hands trembling not with fear, but with a strange, hollow lightness. The manor was dying, and with it, the century of secrets I had kept. I am...

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