The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The frost had taken the glass in the sanctuary long before I arrived, turning the stained windows into a mosaic of cracked ice that whispered against the stone whenever the wind shifted through the ruins of the Abbey. I walked with a heavy, leaden stride, the weight of my robes dragging against the frozen mud, while behind me, the footsteps of the Inquisitor’s men crunched in a rhythm that felt...

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