The Pale Door
The castle of Blackwood Rise did not merely stand upon the hill; it clawed its way out of the dark, jagged earth, a skeletal finger pointing accusingly at the bruised sky. Sir Alaric stood at the threshold of the great hall, his armor cold against his skin, a second layer of flesh that had long since ceased to feel the chill of the wind but now trembled with a different, more intimate shiver....
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