The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The ink on the parchment was still wet, glistening like a wound that refused to close, and you held the quill with a grip so tight your knuckles had turned the color of old bone. You were the Chief Archivist of the Royal Chronology, a title that carried more weight than the crumbling spines in your care, yet in the final hour of the empire, it felt like a noose of velvet. The room was vast and...

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