The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain fell on the cobblestones of the courtyard. It was a cold, gray drizzle. It had been falling for three days. My cloak was soaked through. The wool felt heavy. It clung to my back like a second skin. I pulled the collar up. The leather was cracked. It smelled of old sweat and iron. I stood at the gate. The gate was high. It was made of black iron. The bars were thick. They twisted into...

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