The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the high, arched windows of the Inquisition hall, a rhythmic, persistent beating that sounded like the heart of the city struggling to keep time. In the center of the stone floor, a single glass orb sat upon a velvet cushion. It was a perfect sphere of clear crystal, filled with a pale, swirling mist. To the untrained eye, it was a...

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