The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The hall was filled with smoke and the smell of roasted boar. Torches sputtered on the high walls. Shadows danced like frantic beasts. I sat at the bottom of the long table. My hands were still. They were pale and thin. The meat was tough. I chewed it slowly. I did not look at the King. I did not look at the Lord. I looked at my feet. A bowl of ale was passed to me. It was dark and cold. I...

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