The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The hall smells of roasted boar and damp wool. The air is thick, a heavy curtain that hangs between you and the firelight. You stand at the edge of the table, your hands folded in your lap, watching the smoke curl up toward the blackened beams. It is a feast. It is a trap. The King’s men laugh, a sound like dry leaves skittering across stone. They do not see you. Or perhaps they do, and they...

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