The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The sword was heavy. It hung from Elias’s hip like a pendulum, marking time in the dark. "Is it done?" asked Brother Thomas. His voice was thin. A reed in the wind. Elias did not look up. He polished the blade. The steel drank the candlelight. It did not reflect his face. It never did. "Almost," Elias said. The chapel was cold. Stone bit into his knees. Dust motes danced in the shafts of...

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