The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The morning mist clung to the cobblestones of the village square, thick and grey as wool, swallowing the spires of the cathedral that rose in the center like a broken finger pointing accusingly at a sky that refused to clear. Elara stood at the edge of the crowd, her hand resting on the hilt of a sword that felt heavier than it had a moment ago, the metal cold against her palm, seeping a chill...

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