The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The ink is dry, or so you tell yourself, as you sit in the cold stone chamber beneath the city of Aethelgard, listening to the rain drum against the earth above like a thousand small, impatient fists. It is a sound that has become the rhythm of your life, a metronome for a clock that no longer tells the time but only the duration of your waiting. You are a clerk of the High Archive, a title...

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