The Pale Door

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2026-08-20 11:27:58 -

The Pale Door

The rain fell in sheets, gray and relentless, beating against the hood of the carriage that rattled over the cobblestones of the old city. Elara sat in the corner, her hands clasped tight in her lap. Her knuckles were white. The driver did not speak. He never did. He only watched the road, his eyes dull as river stones. They were going to the Tower. Elara knew this. She had known for three...

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