The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The hall was thick with the scent of roasted lamb and beeswax, a heavy, golden haze that seemed to suspend the air itself. Thomas stood at the periphery of the banquet, his hands wrapped around a clay cup that had gone cold in his grip, watching the movement of the guests with the detached, sharp eye of a man who had long since stopped trusting his own senses. He was the youngest of the...

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