The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The feast was a riot of smoke and salt, a chaotic sprawl of roasted boar, honeyed figs, and wine that tasted of iron and dark earth. It was held in the vast, soot-stained hall of the Foundry, where the air hung heavy with the scent of molten copper and the wet, metallic tang of the rain that lashed against the high, narrow windows. Elara sat at the edge of the long table, her fingers wrapped...

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