The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain fell upon the cobbled streets of Aethelgard not as water but as a fine, grinding mist that coated the leather of the master’s hands in a slick, grey film, a sensation that he, Silas Vane, had long since ceased to feel as anything other than a professional inconvenience, a subtle friction against the delicate architecture of his trade. He walked with the heavy, purposeful gait of a man...

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