The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain did not fall; it was driven, a horizontal lash of gray sleet that turned the stone courtyard of the Keep into a slurry of mud and regret. I stood beneath the awning of the merchant’s stall, my hands clenched into fists at my sides, watching the line of nobles and minor lords file past. They were going to the high table, to the feast that would mark the coronation of the new Duke. I was...

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