The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The mud was thick as wet wool, sucking at the iron-shod hooves of the warhorses, a heavy, cloying resistance that seemed to pull the very marrow from the bones of those who rode. Captain Elias Thorne sat atop his destrier, the beast he had named Grief, his hand resting on the pommel of a sword that had seen too much blood to be considered clean. He was not a man who looked at the horizon with...

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