The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The fog in the city of Aethelgard did not merely obscure; it swallowed. It was a thick, gray wool that smelled of sulfur and old iron, settling over the cobblestones like a shroud laid over a corpse. Elias Thorne stood alone in the center of the Plaza of Whispers, his coat damp with condensation, his breath a thin ribbon of white that dissipated instantly into the damp air. He was a man of...

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