The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The iron was cold. Caelen pressed his thumb against the bar, feeling the bite of the metal in the flesh of his pad. It did not yield. It never did. The gate stood at the mouth of the valley, a jagged tooth of stone and steel, and beyond it lay the silence of the keep. He had walked for three days. His boots were soaked through. The mud of the lowlands had turned to a grey paste in the soles,...

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