The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The rain fell hard on the cobblestones of Alderwick. It turned the city into a blur of grey and black. Elias stood in the doorway of the barracks. He held his coat. The wool was thick. It was heavy. It smelled of damp and old iron. He did not put it on. He just held it. The water soaked through his tunic. He shivered. But he did not move. Inside, the fire burned low. The embers glowed red. They...

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