The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The morning mist clung to the highlands of the Scottish border, a grey shroud that swallowed the stone keep whole, rendering the world beyond the courtyard walls into a memory of cold and damp. Sir Elias Thorne stood in the center of the great hall, his hands bound behind his back with ropes that bit into his wrists, the rough fibers grinding against the skin where it had long since lost its...

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