The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The hall was warm. It smelled of roasted pork, beeswax, and the damp earth of autumn. The torches on the walls flickered, casting long, dancing shadows across the faces of the lords. They wore fur-lined coats. They wore rings of gold and iron. They looked at Sir Aldric with eyes that held no light, only a cold, hard judgment. Aldric sat at the far end of the table. His hand rested on his sword...

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