The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The air in the Hall of Whispers did not smell of dust or decay, but of ozone and wet stone, a sharp, electric tang that clung to the back of Eleanor’s throat. She stood alone at the base of the Spire, her breath misting in the cold, spectral blue light that seemed to emanate from the air itself. It was a place where time had forgotten to tick, a vast, cathedral-like expanse of glass and iron...

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