The Pale Door
The sky split. It was not a sound. It was a tear. The horizon bled black. Then gold. The sun died in the west. Caleb Ashworth walked. He walked fast. His boots were heavy. The mud sucked at his heels. He was a man of the Court. A scribe. A finder. He had found many things. Lost ledgers. Stolen seals. Missing heirs. He found the truth. Or so he thought. He walked with Elias. Elias was his...
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