The Pale Door
The iron gate groaned, a sound like a dying man clearing his throat, as we pushed it open. Inside, the air tasted of rust and old rain. We were three men, bound by a silence that felt heavier than the iron bars surrounding us. I am Silas. My brother is Thomas. And the third, the one who speaks for the court, is Captain Halloway. We had been sent to the Ashworth Manor to retrieve a ledger. A...
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