The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain did not fall; it drove, a horizontal lash of sleet that turned the courtyard of Blackwood Keep into a churning sea of mud and iron. Sir Elias Thorne stood with his back against the rough-hewn stones of the keep’s outer wall, his breathing ragged, each exhale a plume of white vapor that vanished instantly into the gloom. He was not fighting. He was enduring. This was the first layer of...

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