The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The hall was a cathedral of smoke and roasted meat, the air thick enough to chew. Torches hissed in their iron brackets, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to have their own restless life, stretching across the flagstones to catch the edges of the tapestries. At the high table, Lord Blackwood laughed, a sound like a stone dropping into a well, deep and hollow. His courtiers, men in...

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