The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The frost had taken the river. It held the water in a grip of white, unyielding and cold. Aldric stood at the edge of the bank. His hands were bound by chains that bit into his wrists. The iron was cold. It was the only thing that felt real. The wind cut through his thin tunic. He did not shiver. He had forgotten how to shiver. "Is it done?" the voice asked from the shadows. It was a young...

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