The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, suspended veil that blurred the edges of the world until the distant spires of the Citadel seemed to be melting into the mist. I sat in the high-backed chair in the antechamber of the War Council, my hands resting on the armrests, fingers intertwined with a tightness that spoke of a tension I could no longer afford to display. On my...

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