The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The frost had settled on the windows of the scriptorium like a fine, white ash, sealing the glass in a silence that felt less like peace and more like a held breath. Thomas Bradshaw sat alone in the cold room, his fingers stained with the dark, viscous ink of oak gall, a substance that seemed to draw the warmth from his skin and leave behind only a faint, aching chill. He was a man of the pen,...

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