The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The frost had not yet taken hold of the valley floor, but the air above the heath was already brittle, a thin skin stretched over a vast, invisible cold that seeped into the marrow of those who walked it. Elara moved through the mist with a gait that was less walking than gliding, her boots making no sound against the dead bracken. She was a woman of indeterminate age, her hair the color of...

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