The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain fell in sheets of iron. It hammered against the grey stone of the watchtower, a relentless drumming that masked the sound of the beast below. Elara stood at the edge of the rampart, her breath pluming in the cold air. Her hands were bound. Not by rope, but by the weight of the years. Her skin was paper-thin, stretched tight over bone. The years had eaten her softness. They had carved...

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