The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The feast was loud. It shook the floorboards of the great hall. Cordelia sat at the edge. Her hands were still. They did not tremble. She watched the steam rise from the tureen. It curled like a ghost. The meat was dark. The bread was hard. Miles was at the head of the table. He wore red. He laughed. The sound was sharp. It cut the air. He looked at her. He did not smile. His face was a mask....

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