The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The air in the Hall of Whispers tasted of copper and old rain. I held the obsidian mirror in my left hand, its surface cool and slick, reflecting not my face but the jagged silhouette of the King’s guard closing in behind me. My right hand gripped the hilt of a sword that felt less like steel and more like a bone, brittle and wrong. I was running, or I was walking, the distinction had blurred...

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