The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain fell in sheets, gray and cold, washing the mud from the cobblestones of the High Court. Elias stood in the shadow of the archway, his hands tucked deep into the pockets of his wool coat. He watched the carriage pull away. The wheels churned the slush, kicking up clouds of wet dust that settled on his shoulders. He did not move. He did not breathe. He simply waited for the sound of the...

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