The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The road to the capital was a ribbon of gray dust that cut through the autumn fields. I walked it with my head down. My boots were heavy with mud and guilt. I carried no sword. I carried no shield. I carried only the memory of what I had done. And the weight of the silence that followed. I was a man who had broken the law. Not a thief. Not a murderer. I was a keeper of records. A scribe in the...

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