The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The road was white with frost. Thomas walked. His boots crunched. The sound was sharp. It cut the silence. He carried a sword. The steel was cold. It hummed against his hip. He felt the weight. It was a heavy thing. A burden of iron. Behind him, the castle loomed. It was a beast of stone. It breathed fog. It watched him go. "Go, Thomas," the King had said. The voice was thin. "Go," it...

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