The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The wall breathed. Not metaphorically. The stone exhaled. A cold, wet rattle vibrated through the floorboards. Elias felt it in his teeth. He sat in the dark. The lantern was dead. The oil was spent. He was alone. The institution was vast. A labyrinth of gray corridors. The air smelled of damp wool and old blood. This was the Keep. Or so the maps called it. A place of study. Of order. Elias was...

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