The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old stone, a heavy, cloying scent that seemed to settle in the back of the throat like dust. We were gathered in the Great Hall of the University, a cavernous space with vaulted ceilings that disappeared into shadow, and the air was thick with the murmuring of hundreds of voices, a low, constant hum that vibrated against the ribs. I sat at a long oak...

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