The Pale Door
The wagon wheels bit into the mud. They screamed. A sound like a dying bird. Elias sat in the back. His sword was in its scabbard. The leather was cracked. It looked like old skin. He did not touch it. He watched the road. The road was gray. The sky was gray. Beside him sat Thomas. Thomas was small. His face was pale. He held a bundle of dried herbs in his lap. He did not look at Elias. He...
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