The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The tower was cold. It smelled of wet stone and old blood. Elias stood alone in the center of the room. The wind howled outside. He was the Inquisitor. He sought the Lie. The Lie was a thing. It had a face. It had a voice. It wore a human skin. Elias did not know whose skin it wore. He had searched for ten years. Ten years of silence. Ten years of stone. He held the ledger. The pages were...

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