The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The fog has been sitting on the moor for three days, a thick, wet wool that smells of turned earth and old iron, and you are still here, still standing in the center of the great hall where the dust motes dance in the slanting, weak light that filters through the high, arched windows, watching the way the shadows lengthen and stretch across the flagstones like the fingers of ghosts reaching for...

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