The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The fire in the great hall of Dunbar Keep was not a fire. It was a roar, a living thing with teeth that gnawed at the oak beams until they wept black tears. You sat at the high table, your plate untouched, the silver fork cold in your hand. The air tasted of ash and old blood. Around you, the lords of the borderlands laughed, but the sound was wrong. It was too loud. It was too sharp. It...

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