The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a grey curtain drawn tight against the windows of the Old Quarter, obscuring the world beyond the glass until the city of Aethelgard seemed to exist in a vacuum, sealed off from the rest of the earth by its own persistent weeping. In the cramped, candlelit office of the Magistrate’s Inquest, where the air smelled of wet wool and stale pipe tobacco,...

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