The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The Great Hall of the Citadel did not merely stand; it loomed, a beast of stone and mortar that had swallowed the sky long before the first candle was lit. It was a place where the air tasted of old dust and wet wool, where the shadows in the corners seemed to breathe with a slow, rhythmic malice. Here, beneath the vaulted ceiling where bats had once nested and now only silence roosted, Elias...

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