The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The banquet hall of the Ironwood Citadel did not smell of roasted meats or spiced wine, but of ozone and wet stone, a sharp, metallic tang that clung to the back of the throat and refused to leave. It was a place of geometric severity, where the light from the high, narrow windows fell in pale, dusty shafts that illuminated the dust motes dancing like suspended ghosts above the long table....

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