The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The feast was a riot of roasted swan and spiced wine, a cacophony of laughter and clashing silver that seemed to shake the very stones of the Great Hall. Yet in the corner, where the shadows pooled thick and cold, sat Elias Thorne, a man whose face was as pale and smooth as the marble of the altar behind him. He was not here to eat, nor to drink, but to wait. Around him, the lords of the King’s...

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